“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts.”
~A.A. Milne
Cheers to the smallest things...
Mr Fox...
On the backside of the school run…
…there you were.
Us, at the stop sign.
You, limping along down the road.
Me wondering what might have happened…but just happy to see you.
You, on your merry way.
Showing up…it seemed…for me.
At that time.
At that moment.
More luck than anything.
But you left a buzz behind, like that feeling when the horoscope hits home.
Thank you for that.
Safe travels Mr Fox.
Beauty...
Ready or not...
Life just keeps on coming.
And still...
...there's beauty in the saturation.
A Sunday drive...
A Sunday drive to see Mom and Dad.
I took a friend along for the ride to keep me company.
Me, driving dark, familiar roads.
Him, sitting at home, thousands of miles away in the UK.
A small screen connecting us.
When I got close to Mom and Dad’s house, I pulled over to the side of the road.
It was early and they were still sleeping.
The conversation was flowing.
There was no rush.
My hazard signals flashed…
…officially announcing the safe space inside to the world.
I sat there.
And he sat there.
The sun rose.
And life was good.
