Time to go

I'm not a person who likes leaving places. Maybe that's why I'm always late. I tend to want to stay wherever I happen to be at the moment. After all, there is always something more that can be done, someone else to talk to, or another minute to enjoy; and, therefore, I let go of the present regretfully. It's nice, therefore, to feel like it is time to go. That's how I feel tonight as I prepare to drive to Denver for my summer internship tomorrow. I've spent the past two weeks with my parents, which from the bright morning sunshine spilling light over my bed to glimpses of comets and stars peeking through tree top canopies, has been beautiful. I hate leaving home, for it is never just for a short while. Yet tonight, I'm ready. Mom and Dad are ready to have the house and their lives back to themselves. I'm ready to be busy with some endeavor again. It's time.