The Last Morning at the Table
On my final morning in Adelaide, two slices of bread sat on the table.
It might have seemed like a simple breakfast, but to me, it carried depth and warmth.
A small part of me thought, “Maybe I could stay just a little longer.” That was how full my heart felt in this home.
They had repaired my bicycle, helped me prepare for the road, and most importantly, supported me in ways words cannot fully describe. I had received more kindness than I could ever count.
Thirty Minutes by Car
“Today, I’ll drive you,” my host said.
I accepted without hesitation. I knew that these 30 minutes in the car would mean more than the 10 kilometers I might have cycled.
The car ride was quiet. Words were few. But something deeper than words flowed between us, filling the silence.
A Rainbow Across the Sky
As I looked out the window, a rainbow suddenly appeared.
It felt like someone whispering, “You’ll be fine.”
That brief moment of color across the sky became a quiet strength in my heart.
A Gentle Goodbye
When we reached the camp spot, I realized they had already arranged everything for me.
“Safe travels,” they said, leaving me with those simple words.
But the warmth of their home stayed with me: the laughter, the smell of their cooking, and that last rainbow. Those memories would not fade.
The Journey Continues
The ten days I spent here gave me strength for what lies ahead.
Though I felt the ache of parting, I also carried the certainty that I could keep moving forward.
The journey continues. And the rainbow from this morning has become the light guiding me into the next chapter.
