That Inkling

When I left for the last time on my move down to Arkansas, I was in Branson West when it hit me. This picture captures it perfectly, even the direction I was looking.

picture provided by visittablerocklake.org

I was peeking out of my windshield up to the sky off to an angle over the buildings and thinking... Why am I leaving?  I love this place. Why would I want to live anywhere else?

And way back in my mind, not conscious, but wondering, will I return?

And I did. I returned. One of the best decisions I've ever made.