I still have the original photo somewhere, from so very long ago. Those days haunt me, I can never escape. It's a one way sign that points down the road, both physically and metaphysically.
The photo was taken for a class, and instead of turning in a series of 30+ some odd photos, I turned in one--followed by a notice of departure.
My teacher stared at the photo for several minutes, it was early in the morning before classes were due to start. Without saying a word he looked up as if to ask, "what's wrong?"
"I am leaving" I said, and walked out the door, forever.