i tiptoe past where the jetties lay. looking for the stairs. whispering though the lines that are no longer drawn in the sand. lines that jigsaw, standing imprinted in. imprinted into the pavement.
i ice skate. ice skate on past the concrete that rushes past my bare toed sandals.
i wander in the yard, looking for my children. hugging them goodbye. watching as the bus pulls away.
this post inspired by a lot of this & that. xxoo