Ellipsis…

I have the directive thought that…

For a while have these streets extended themselves before me and begged me to stay. One more night. One more day. One more hour.

The passing traffic of events in the opposite direction invites me back to the not-too-distance place I not long ago now was.

I want back. And I will be back. Foot on the accelerator and ensure I will make it out of here, but soon to be back.

I love you. I will miss you. I thank you.
I am now flying…