In every trip, there comes that moment when it becomes necessary to just walk away. I had mine this afternoon. I suppose it was about time, really. It's almost the last day. All the shine has worn off. People are tired. Perhaps they're not at their best. I know I could use a long hot shower, some clean clothes that are not the ones I've been wearing for two weeks straight, and the sight of the people and places I love.
When the moment came, I felt everything in me rise up and declare war. What I did was make myself quiet and still, tap my finger as a release mechanism, and wait. And then, when the opportunity presented itself, I just got the hell out.
What good would have done to say what I was thinking? It might have felt good at the time, but probably I would have regretted it later, if for no other reason than that it would have further soured what has been mostly a good trip more than the actions of the other individual had done.
Tomorrow, it will be gone, something ephemeral in the wind. For now, a little solitude and a little music are powerful and necessary healers.
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