roar of wind and waves
nature’s raw December dress
fresh eyes drink scene in
keeping time on Main
department store era gone
how do you survive?
wait for day camp bus
smelt fry, polka dance, bowling
took you for granted
marked the middle ground
between grandma’s house and home
who chose turquoise paint?
I took the long way to visit my Dad yesterday.
I love driving through my childhood.
Was able to walk pleasant memory lane with my father over ham and scalloped potatoes, to steer away from what does not serve, and I am grateful to see familiar scenes with fresh eyes.
Wishing you the same!
Merry Christmas, Gail!
Merry Christmas, Gail!