Now I get to see bougainvillea very rarely. Once upon a time it grew in abundance in front of our home spreading a pink glow on our walls. To me, a child then, it was one of the pleasant wonders of nature. I loved the way the flowers took on an ethereal transparency. Then as we left that house, the memory of bougainvillea faded. When I saw it again a week ago, I remembered the mornings I had spent looking out of the window as dew settled on the pinks and greens of bougainvillea. I also remembered how I saw my husband for the first time when he was a teenager and I, a scrawny school girl.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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