


How coming to terms with the passing of time sets us free. Catching the 4:20am airport shuttle made for a very early start, which created a perfect nap opportunity on the plane.
In random moments truth can be revealed to us.
A parent’s nose pressed gently against the still wet hair of their almost teenager.
That clean hair smell.
A smell only enjoyed from close contact.
It may have happened for the very last time yesterday.
The choice is to be sad, or rejoice in that final opportunity – to be conscious of it…
And eternally grateful for it… and the countless others that had come before.
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