Admittal.

I can feel when the end begins. We hold on more tightly. Going above and beyond, working harder for smaller moments spent together.

I had lunch with an old friend recently. I knew at the end of the few hours we spent together that we had come full circle and found the end of it. We had both moved on with our lives and it was the first time in my adult life that had happened. Closure and honesty and then silently walking away, with our backs turned, into the future and into our lives, which in no way involved one another.

Now I feel the end of something else. This time a working relationship. It has meant more to me than I have allowed myself to admit and the idea of being without it saddens me in a capacity, that up until now, I had never known.

The seasons are changing. I am holding my breath.

Never sun without rain.