Tonight, as  I sauntered through the early evening dusk, enjoying the breeze, lost in thought, an SUV pulled up beside me on the sidewalk’s edge. I turned to look and there was my youngest son, who lives with his dad, grinning at me from behind the wheel.

We were on a quiet road fronting the old red-brick school of his boyhood, and for a moment, the edges between past and present blurred as I stood there grinning back.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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