Time to Wander Again
Are we ever really ready for the next step? Written in honor of May 14th, "the day time stopped in the Kamiya dojo."

It had come later than he'd originally planned, but sooner than he'd come to think it would, sooner than he'd begun to hope.

Still, he'd had a few weeks of peace, of rest. Of the illusion of belonging.

The boy, so open to life, so impressionable—he hoped the next influence in his life would be a good one.

The toriatama—that one would be missed. He'd felt a partnership forming there.

The beautiful doctor—he'd barely begun to know her.

The energetic kenjutsu princess—his heart twinged sharply—would she miss him?

It would have been nice to stay.