Back, just in time for sunset on my last day home. I told my brother that we could go anywhere he wanted, and he chose here, World’s End.
Last time, on my last day, we came here too; it was cold and snowy. No cold and snow this time, but the skyline, the same. The water just as vibrantly reflected the light.
This is the last thing I see from the sky when I leave, the very first thing I see when I return.