Farewells and goodbyes and travel-safes have all been said. This quaint little town will soon fade into the distance via the small rectangle of my rear view mirror.
Friends have been made, relationships strengthened, and I know I will be seeing these ladies again in the future.
I'm not ready to pack it all back into Shamu just yet, so I'm out for a stroll through the town, following that ever beckoning ribbon of sidewalk.
The gates of Mercyhurst College North East call to me, bidding me to enter through, to follow the original brickwork paths beyond the admissions office, various hallowed halls and to St Mary's Chapel.
The gothic structures stand tall and regal, surrounded by stately trees, manicured lawns and the flowering of summer.
I'm the only one here---finding the comfort of an inviting wooden gazebo to sit, to finger-peck this post via my phone, and to share a bit of the evening glow.
I am so very blessed. I am keenly aware of how much so at this moment, watching the sun set and catching its last evening rays. So very very blessed, and feeling humbled and unworthy for all of this life and how it has unfolded.
And these are thoughts of gratitude for everyone who was so willing to open up their lives and their homes and their time schedules to make this incredible trip such a joy to experience.
I can't think of what else to say more than that. So I will hit send--and follow that sidewalk back through town----and start packing for home.