gone but not forgotten

i wish i could say something more romantic like, "gone to find myself" or something like that along those lines, but, no :)

streams of sunlight and rays of sunlight streak in through the glass panes, bouncing off the ceramic tiles and illuminting the dust piles in my room. dots of tiny dust float up into the light, swirls in the wind.

and so i'll be gone for 4 days, to soak up the sun or floods, as reported in the papers, though i'd be crossing my fingers.

gone but not forgotten.