I hear my name called out. It trails as if it were driving by without the gravel-sound of the cars that go to work, come home, or maybe just take joyrides on a warm new spring day.
But there’s the flash of white and thump-thumping sounds of running shoes and I look up to see a bright red ponytail swinging by.
Life is what you make it, what you expect and what you let go of because you think you’ll never need it anymore. Toddling out of infancy, racing through adolescence, stumbling even as we climb until we learn we can still move just by shuffling.
I smile to see Sally running by.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
This is excellent. It’s like a few words floating in a broth of time…
yum!
Thanks! Sally’s someone who is the epitomy of racing here and there through life, absorbing it all.
Well, now I’m honored beyond what I deserve!!! When I made the trip back, your doors were closed, alas, and no one was home (I was out for a six-miler!!).
What a lovely entry, by the way….
Would love to stop by. Will do before the end of next week!!!
Hope you’re well. S.