I made some calls to lift my spirits, my heart was heavy. I thought some tears would cleanse me, but still my chest wore the weight of loneliness. Dragging my feet I closed the door to my apartment.
I walked the dirty snow lined streets within the walls of Old Quebec. I let my mind drift with the gentle breeze. Face to the sky I embraced the spring air. My chest filled while I counted to 10...back down it went. Each time counting my blessings.
Beneath each step I stunk deeper into 400 years of history. Founder Samuel de Champlain took my hand to share his city. Sculpted faces lined the sidewalk with pride. Joyous bells harmonized with the song of the sparrow. I took the muzzle of a beautiful horse in my hands. I shared a story about my days in the west and thanked him for the tender gift of listening.
Loneliness today slowly defined itself. It was then that I realized how lucky I am to have special people to miss.