The leaves of the calendar
Cortez, Colorado – 11 November 2008
I have never felt the need to explain to anyone why I decided to leave you, ending a rather boring engagement and avoiding a marriage that would have been as predictable as Halloween jack-o’-lanterns, Thanksgiving turkey, Christmas decorations and Fourth of July fireworks. I simply said:
this is the last time we’ll ever see each other and don’t you dare come looking for me.
and you – far too self-confident, much too proud – did what I asked.
Now I need to go, first of all because I’m worn out, secondly because the snow is playing with the wind and I really don’t want to miss seeing that.
So thanks for not looking for me … you spared me futile explanations you wouldn’t understand anyway.