Seasons have changed twice now, and about to change once more as summer gives way into autumn. It’s a wonder that he even notices it anymore for the only markers are the leaves changing colors on the trees in Central Park and the cooler weather which is a welcome after the scorching heat. Still he will miss trips to the shore with Roland, and of course the life he was creating back home.
He still considers Storybrooke to be home and with good reason. Not only are his friends there but also his soulmate, and before things went to hell he had dreams of what the future could be. It’s a future that can no longer be given he can never return home. Remembering that fact doesn’t always blindside him but on days like today as he sits out at the riverfront watching the boats travelling the Hudson River he feels the bone deep longing to go home.
Robin has to settle for zipping up his hoody and making his way back to the flat to spend time with Marian and Roland before the five year old knocks off for the evening. He walks with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets and people watching the crowds moving along the sidewalks going about their busy days.