Things I pray will never die: Homemade chicken & dumplings. The way your hand inks letters into soft paper & smears it ever so slightly as you spell. An old weathered jacket draped over the chair. Windows open & driving fast down the highway. How the sky blushes at the end of each day. Laughter. The song of a single Mockingbird. November. The road between here and there. Apostrophes.
Day 10 of 30