The Final Visit
The Ending of an Affair
The Final VisitAs I open the door to the cabin I am struck once again by the simplistic beauty of it. The flowers are blooming in the meadow; as I open the windows their heady scents drift through. The cabin has lain empty and barren all winter so the cheeriness of it startles me. Has it really been that long? I've brought one of the cats along for company. She slowly circles around, finally selecting a chair to hop into...