Settling in.
Chattering about the day.
Legs flapping.
That moment just before they drop out...
...and a feeling to hold on to.
A feeling to hold on to...
A few...
A rare treat.
A few hours with my bro...
...and a few dozen oysters at True Chesapeake Oyster Co.
My kind of Sunday.
.................
The small things are the big things.
One long, passionate look...
“He was reaching that age, he was at the edge of it, when the world becomes suddenly more beautiful, when it reveals itself in a special way, in every detail, roof and wall, in the leaves of trees fluttering faintly before the rain. The world was opening itself, as if to allow, now that life was shortening, one long, passionate look, and all that had been withheld would finally be given.”
~James Salter, Light Years
