keepsake

Truth be told, the words that used to flow so easily now stagger in drips and drabs. I've been spending my days in a daze, and I feel the hours whittling away as my mind pans in and out of focus. Is this the end-of-an-era crisis? Would this be my last winter, last chance at planning picnics out in the sun, last chance at frivolous drives to the beach just to feel the sand between my toes. I keep seeing these moments as in their final, fading glory and I can't seem to grasp the entirety of them. I don't want to regret my farewell to this sleepy city I've learned to love for the past five years.