In the castle of cats the kitten asked for his birthday to look through the cool mother's telescope. He watched his friends run away and make their own difficult lives. This was hard, but new kittens arrived and played pat bat.
"My dear fur child. They did not have to go, they wanted to go, and they were ready to go. You are not ready to go, and I would not let you go, not for a long long time."
In Tahiti, I soaked in the milky sunshine on the verandah over the water and watched the white sails. They seemed still, anchored off the bay but their number and array would change from time to time, and day to day. Some always going, some always coming.
In my adult life as an international jet setter I've been trying to take the same view, for forming friendships, for people nearby, for the practicality of closeness. It's not easy, my heart is still smalltown. But the vision is in my mind of sailboats anchored off the shore.
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