Experience

It’s an odd thing to return somewhere you had no intention to return, had made peace with the fact you would never gaze upon its splendor again. It’s like stepping into a dream. The trees are taller, but familiar. The sunlight breaks in a different pattern through the leaves than it does in your memories. It’s an eerie feeling being somewhere so familiar yet so alien.

Your fingers trace the old worn-out stone lettering of the pillar in the middle of the glen. His name crosses your lips as it moves underneath your fingertips. He’s gone now. Never to return, just as you vowed never to return to this spot.

But now here you are. Experience has taught you nothing is impossible. You say his name again, hoping for the impossible.