Today, he turned 17.
After 17 years of driving together… we’ve arrived.
He gets out.
I turn over his keys.
He turns over his ignition.
He thinks Sweet Freedom!
I think bittersweet.
I am wild for seasons; seasonality.
Summer becomes autumn, autumn becomes winter, winter becomes spring, spring into summer; renewability.
The indelible senses of seasons exhilarate.
on a late summer's day; sunlight slips swiftly into eve.
on a late summer's eve;…Continue
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