Saturday, March 12, 2016

This Morning

Walked out the door this morning to fetch Carol's paper.

Stopped on the porch to take a look around; drink in the day.

It was brisk but damn sunny; I noticed ice on the windows of Carol's Peace Mobile.

My eyes wandered over the yard, eventually focusing on Carol's beautiful garden, now lying dormant but giving off a healthy vibe of expectation.

The small, red, VW bug that Sarge had given Carol with the directions to always keep it in her garden, caught my attention.

I wandered over, bent down and touched it.

There was ice on its windows as well.

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