Saturday, December 13, 2014

December morning

 
 
The phone rang early -- pancakes were on next door, would the children like to come for breakfast? Fog dripped liquid from trees as they pulled on boots with pajamas. I joined them when my coffee cup was empty, and when I walked in to my parents' home, my heart was full. 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 It was a perfect December morning.

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