The Death of a Passport
On a side note, the trip to Mexico was my last using my passport. It has to be renewed before I can fly again. Ten years of trips, adventures, stamps, and memory upon memory.
In some ways, it is the end of youth as it bleeds into a more tempered adventure, a calmer understanding of the world, less chaos in my own heart.
You have served me well passport. I hope the next one will have as many chances to fill its pages. At least, the photograph is an improvement.