A Small Death

Moving is like a small death. You know it's coming sooner or later. Then, when you know the actual moving date, you start planning, but not really, because you know it's all still far away.

Suddenly, as you find yourself walking with your family in the Tuileries, the lovely gardens next to the Louvre, it hits you. This is the last time in a possibly long time, or perhaps ever, that you will be walking here at sunset.

And so, you breathe in the warm summer air deeply into your lungs and feel the dusty limestone staining your feet, as you walk up to the ledge that leaves you breathless with the Eiffel Tower, the obelisk in Place de la Concorde and the Arc de Triomphe.