Watching The Sunset's Colors Blend

They leave, departing to the visionary dreams in life's richness, and I watch their exit and capture the vapor trails of their passage in the feelings and the memories of their impact on my life. I wouldn't stop them, prevent their leaving, hinder their motion, or spoil the excitement: actions of hope, determination, and resolutions tend to shape the road ahead and that is bigger than any of us. And I can only express the best of wishes for them and hold my sighs or slumped shoulders for their departure, because I would just be selfish in the face of their shining possiblities. But this old town, this old state, this old friend won't be the same without them, with their presence being so far away. It amazes me how solid and rooted moments of life or experiences shared or lessons learned become in my life when the folks that these adventures originated from are transported, flee, and depart. This shimmering mirage of the present moment echos the very impermance of life itself, and passes too close to mortality for my comfort.
Not good-bye, not so long, not later...be the best you can be with the opportunities that have been revealed to you.