This past week marked the longest period of time that I have spent in Mayberry since moving away from there fifteen years ago. So, it probably shouldn't have come as a surprise when I had a hard time leaving. But, leave we did.
Since I had work to do at the store this afternoon, we left fairly early, allowing us the opportunity to view the landscape before the sun had a chance to burn off the previous night's frost, and, to say the view was stunning would be a vast understatement. Every tree, bush, power line, fence rail, and tumbleweed glittered as though made of diamonds, and, the air itself shimmered with crystalline beauty.
I wish I had though to stop to take pictures, but, I doubt that my photographic skill could have done justice to the scene, anyway.
As it was, I have the memory of the morning to look back on, and, I shall consider it a farewell gift from my hometown; something to tide me over until next time.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes