Today I remembered my last day in xela, you offered to take me to the station and I accepted. We went and grabbed a smoothie at our favourite French restaurant, for old times sake. I remember riding down to parque central on your motorbike, the sun beaming, no helmet, feeling safe. I recall freeze framing the moment knowing I’d never get it back. I was present and happy; there had been no past and there would be no future, just that moment. I was free for a second. You were in my arms, looking forward, taking control as I preferred. I was behind embracing you, grounded yet moving, my eyes closed, full of possibility with the wind washing over my face cleaning my soul. 

Ironically having freeze-framed that moment I hadn’t thought about it for a long time; the image of leaving you at the bus stop has always dominated my recollection of that day. It brought a smile to my face today thinking about that moment again.  Now it’s time to focus on more recent happenings.