It's Sunday morning. Im sitting outside on my small deck. It's late July. Birds are singing, a light breeze is rustling the leaves. In my minds eyes I see my boys in the yard playing with the tetherball. The dogs are sleeping in their outdoor pens. Jim is doing some kind of yard work while I'm on the deck reading. Oh, to hold on to this one perfect, ordinary moment! All gone too soon. Such are the musings of an old woman, now alone on the deck. Alone with cherished memories on this day, in this place.
