I confess there were tears in my eyes at our parting this morning. Our hugs were marked by whispered prayers for one another. Our parting, though real and painful, we know to be temporary in the greater balance of things. Our shared hope buoys us all.
I watched them as they and their groups disappeared in the west.
I was cheered by my belief that they were ready, especially Tomas and the Captain.
We had the road to ourselves all day. Nothing and no one crossed our view – on the ground or in the sky.
We shed our heavier garments as it warmed, only to put them on again at the sinking of the sun.
Our next destination- the Capital.