During December 2017, Goldfinch flew to the opposite side of the planet to spend the holidays with his nearest and dearest. Not before a perfect weekend with me. That was my fourth weekend with him in five weeks.
I felt so much love erupt within me during the hours I spent with him prior his flight. It snowed that weekend. We both excitedly gazed out of the window at the thick snowflakes that were descending and landing delicately on the window-ledge.
I remember going for a walk around the village. I lent him a scarf to keep him warm. The snow was perfect. I remember it fluttering down onto my face and melting against my soft rosie skin. I loved holding his hand. I was so happy. After walking through the pretty village, we headed for the village green (the green was white that day) and a lot of snowball throwing. I ran through the snow because he was trying to put ice down my… yes!
Don’t you worry, I gave him back as good as I got!
He was gorgeous that weekend. Goldfinch holding my hand, Goldfinch loving my cooking, Goldfinch washing the dishes after we ate, Goldfinch calling me “beautiful” and “gorgeous”. That’s when I first started to suspect he badly needed his eyes tested.
I travelled with him to Heathrow Terminal 2. I don’t know if I was more a help or hindrance, however, he did not seem to mind. I just wanted to cling to every moment I had with him before his absence of five whole weeks! I remember sharing some mince pies with him. I remember having a “thumb-war” with him. I remember seeing him disappear through the barriers into the departure lounges and a great shot of pain gushing up into my heart.
I left Terminal 2 with tears streaming down my face. However…
…I gave him a huge surprise by being there waiting for his arrival five weeks later. I was there at Heathrow Terminal 2 Arrivals with my big gold sign waiting for over two hours with a terrible anxiety that I had the day and time of his flight terribly wrong. The moment I saw him, my heart truly leapt.
I took this photo this week. Departures is above Arrivals. As I was leaving Terminal 2 earlier this week, I looked back and could see Departures and Arrivals. The security area Goldfinch has vanished into twice when I have said goodbye, and the doors he appeared through after my agonising wait.
But he is not coming back this time
– is he?
…she says whilst starting to hyperventilate…
I think every time it snows, I will remember my perfect weekend with Goldfinch.
This post was in response to the picture prompt provided by The Haunted Wordsmith: