It was night when she departed, her suitcase light and her heart restless. The sky, speckled with shy stars, seemed to whisper silent promises. “It’s just a short trip,” she repeated, as if comforting herself with an invisible embrace. And so she went.

The days passed like pages turned by a gentle breeze. Each sunrise tasted of discovery, and each dusk carried the scent of longing. But there was beauty in impermanence: the certainty that everything that begins must someday end. The road wasn’t eternal, just necessary.

When she returned, she realized she was no longer the same. The journey wasn’t long, but within her, entire things had shifted. And just as the sky at her departure had promised—it passed faster than she imagined. And left, as a souvenir, a new version of herself. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer