Back at our resort the next day, I wake up filled with both contentment and sadness, realizing our retreat has reached its end. I pour a cup of tea, listening to the rhythmic echo of my companion's footsteps against the tall concrete walls and the jingle of her car keys. I express warm sentiments before she embarks on her journey. As nature serenades through an open window, I write a sincere journal entry before hitting the road. I watch the dust trail in my rear mirror, reminding myself of where I've come from. Then, I return my focus to the present, paying attention to where I'm going. Required Tastes.
