Starting Again and Saying Goodbye

I walked through the Kew (Kew Gardens) for the last time tonight. It has been my experience that when a particular time or place is "done" with you, or you, it, there are very clear signs, coincidences, portents.

I walked down the back road by the railroad track in the late afternoon sun (thank God the days are getting longer again, winter gradually loosening its grip), saying good-bye to my favorite trees, to the place where the cat always sat, to the place where I had to kill that squirrel, and suddenly there was my old neighborhood friend Supreet, who greeted me with amazement. We shared affectionate farewells and he only allowed me to leave after extracting a promise that I would write.