There she goes. She’s off and away again.
She’s only had two hours sleep. Her tousled hair aglow with the early morning sun, she softly giggles in my ear where she spent the night before. Then exclaims “I’ve come to kiss you goodbye!”
She steps into that yellow New York taxi. To the airport. Destination unknown.
How often have we done this? How often has the whirlwind of Maz swept in and out of my life?
I love that bright spark. I love that she always leaves me with some of it.