And so.....

And so it begins; or was it ending? The start of a new adventure or the ending of a life once lived being cast aside to drift like flotsam on the seas he would soon be flying above.

London, once called home, now a cold and wet distant memory, he would be unlikely to return to preferring the parts of the world one has to look for on a map in order to find their locations. She, however would have to return to the rat race and become a frequent flyer, financial security a blanket she could not shrug off lightly, needing to know she could support herself until he sold that book or picture and she could join him on a permanent holiday not knowing which country they would end up in next. Maybe they should go alphabetically through a to z, or select places with darts; a grown up version of pin the tail on the donkey or maybe just fly on a last minute whim to whatever destination was available.

Tomorrow would always be another day, looked forward to but never arriving.