Countdown

Janus is the Roman God of beginnings and transitions. He looks both ways at once and I feel a kinship with him. In July, when i thought about August, I wanted to slow down the speed of its arrival.  I knew August would slide through my fingers. Now in the middle of August I feel more like Janus.The face which looks back is looking hard. It's trying to remember each detail because it will never be quite this way again. My daily routine is marked by mini farewells. I said goodbye  last weekend to rising at 7 to wake up the farm. Picking up Butch the farm cat and preparing myself for when i wont have his sleek form to keep me company. And  realizing this weekend is my last one in the States. These little goodbyes are steps for the last goodbye which is 8 days away. There is no way to put on the brakes. I must look forward.