What a lovely house it was. But when we walked in, it was no longer ours. I had feared it would be very emotional to be there one last time. But it wasn’t. It was a house. A very fine house. Just a house.
What touched me deeper, was the lovely Prunus blooming in the garden. Right in time for our last meeting. It was sad over our leaving it too. For when we walked down the garden with the buyers one last time, it cried its tender pink petals on us.