Sparrow-Avenue

Fare Well

I have "disappeared" for a week, 

for seven days;

a time of significance

a time of unbearable reality

and a time of repair

My dad often quoted Robert Service. For me, now, the words take on new meaning:

Let us probe the silent places

Let us seek what luck betides us

Let us journey to a lonely land I know.

There's a whisper on the night wind

There's a star a-gleam to guide us

And the wild is calling, calling...

let us go

My dad often joked about "waiting for his ship to come in". The image above was a card I had hoped to give him. The symbolism is hard to escape.