Moon Rise at Sunset
Sunday, February 8, 2009
So that the day brought warmth. And the warmth yielded a long talk with a dear friend. And a pot of daffodils from my father. And a call from my son. And my son told a story, and in that story, young men—my son's 18 and 19 year old friends—emerged as heroes, noble creatures, guys with heart. And all day long I walked around with my son's story in my head, and when I took a walk the sun was setting, and when I came home the moon was up. But the sky wasn't letting go of its pink just yet, just as I'll never let go of my son's story.
5 comments:
Sounds like a fantastic day. Here's to your son and his friends, who were brave enough to do the right thing. And to the comfort of color and hope.
Thank you, Vivian. Yes. Here's to the good men among us (and to hope!).
This sounds like a lovely day...with hopeful things all round.
:)
Hooray and a happy sigh.
XO
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