My luggage hugs at my hips as if it is filled with future good memories.
Luggage, to pack at this time, is bitter and sweet. Yet it is as the striking clock, hands move onward. When the time of change comes we can only embrace it and make the best of what comes next.
At one time my material possessions fitted in one suitcase. Now that time has come again. It brings a sense of rebirth, of the coming of new adventures. It is as if my heart and soul have climbed into their own luggage and buckled in as happy passengers. There is a time to stay. There is a time to go. I believe we are close to the latter.
My luggage baths in the warm light that enters the window, as if it speaks its contents of good times ahead.
The luggage bad is plain and well loved, yet what matters most is our destination.