Look, Feel.

The leave is established. The moment is nigh and when the time comes for the hugs and waves, the excitement is mounting. Hopes and flashes of the unknown take over as she stands at the gate, ready to open to explore the beyond.

The one moment where she was hugging him good-bye though, was something she didn’t quite understand. It was as if some sort of full space had been lit with a spark, igniting what was there and establishing a new scene. She was confused. Yes, it was a “good” hug, but should it have been that memorable? It was strong, it was tight and felt … right.

She looks back with questioning reverence, wondering if it had something to do with subconscious emotion:

No extras, just sweater. Smells of home.

The gate was open to the house beyond and she was unsure of her perspective.