Of a summer's evening

At 7:30 tonight I went to sit outside and read. By 7:50 I felt it:

It’s time.

I’d known it a while ago, but the weirdness of the past few months blanked it out, I guess. So sitting out in the yard I will sorely, deeply miss, where I have spent perhaps too much time alone, I knew. For while I have made wonderful friends here, I have still been very alone, save for a few short, quick, lovely months. Still, those were spent inside, and all my time outside has been just me. (And Rogue, sometimes.)

And a year ago, I told Jenny I had a feeling I wouldn’t be renewing my lease again.

It's not only time to leave. It’s time to go.