I went back there today. Someone had left a note - I read it, replied.
But all else was quiet - a hush that was palpable in it's stillness. I
saw some footprints of others who had been there recently but now they
too were gone... off to greener pastures.
I brought out the dust sheets, looked for the planks and tools to board
up the windows. I painted up a big sign... telling the world that soon
the place will be closed - yes I did leave a forwarding address. Maybe
someone will come looking for us... I don't want them to get lost.
I'll go back there in a couple of days - just to make sure that
everything is locked down and safe. I know I will return from time to
time... to look for the little treasures strewn all over that place
even if on the outside it looks so humble and unassuming. I will go
there to read what one time made me laugh... gave me joy... inspired me
to go on. I will go there from time to time to retrace friends lost in
the passage of time.
Dear old Porboards Let's Make Art - our first home. We are leaving you but we will not forget you.
