The house has been filled with a certain energy for the last couple weeks. Excitement for a visit, the happiness of arrival, the warmth of family time. And now the house is filled with a different energy. An emptiness that makes me want to whisper instead of talk normally. And makes me want to lay down and go back to sleep. But there is a feeling of gratitude as well. The time was well spent for the most part. He's got a good head on his shoulders and a strong heart. I miss him already, but I'm so happy for the fact that he's on his own journey.
So, now what? I think it's time to turn on the music and get on the bike. Knitting is a requirement, of course.