Sunsets
Metaphorically, the sunset was appropriate.
How the years had flown.
Almost mystically, he felt himself driving that old ’53 Pontiac 50 years before at the same time the doc was giving him the bad news in the present. Felt her warmth as he put his arm around her while the two of them rode in that ’53 at the same time he was looking at Medicare options. Here and there. There and here.
The water on the remote mountain pond rippled jewel-like in the low evening sun.
Remember.