I’m sitting here in my room, looking out at the stormy, grey sky, hearing the wind blow and the tiny rain drops splatter ‘gainst the pane. Somehow it matches the mood of my heart.
Good byes were never easy. They never shall be. But sometimes, when they all fall so closely together, and you feel as if your heart is no longer whole, but instead pulled apart, a piece left behind with each new one, they seem so utterly unbearable. Thus, the rain, wind and the grey sky speak a type of kinship with my heart that is oddly soothing and relaxing.
But, life is always filled with so very much joy. Returning home to the manor, quiet as it is, was itself a beautiful joy. And it is Summer. At long last…after so many months of waiting, of too many days of sweaters and stockings. It feels so good. Even the rain is a joy– with the treat of fire ever hanging over us, rain means much these days. And the memories of the days spent away with family and dear friends sends happy feelings far across the miles that separate us and keep us close at heart.
My travels were intense. Journeying the 1300 and more miles there and back by coach and train was enough to wear one rather thin, and then the busy days of teas and picnics and the wedding and all that it held were exhausting, yet I wouldn’t have missed a moment of it for anything. Along my journeys I was able to spend time with dear and beloved friends, and watching one of those girls slip from singlehood to marriage, standing beside her as she pledged her love forever to the man who she loves above all others, and then ride away in the carriage, her face more radiant than ever before to start her new life…oh, those moments I will always treasure.
Coming home was happy too. It felt good to see the familiar trees and flowers, the garden gate and to hear the familiar sounds of the Manor once again. There are few places better than this one.
Yet, I cannot help but let a few tears slip down. Tears for the goodbyes, and tears for happiness. Oh, how very blessed I have been these past few weeks. And when summer has faded, and winter again slipped it’s snowy cover over us, I will look back on these days and remember joy, and happiness and new life, and that good byes are not forever.
So wistful and poetic. You captured the feeling of the raindrops in your words.
Chantel is a true poet, I think. Very artistic with her words.
And, she can capture feelings of others in what she says!
I agree.
It is beautifully written.