outside goodbyes

 

Tomorrow is my last day at the newspaper. Today they found out they're being sold. Seems I'm on the cuff of the perfect time to leave. But I'm leaving a great bunch of photographers and friends.

Goodbyes are odd. Two short sentences encompass months of experiences.

I'm very lucky.
I feel that I meet fantastic people over and over again. I'm amazed that they flitter in and out of my life. Like Kerouac writes,

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes Awww!

 
I find myself oooohing and aaaahing wherever I go in the brilliant spray of light these people cast over my head.  

I learn from every goodbye.
Thank you friends for teaching me.