Oh, nice. I felt my heart do a tiny jump of joy at the line "that morning when everything was possible." You definitely have a deep talent for these pieces.
Thank you so much, Nancy.
Chambray shirt sleeve.......there is something so perfect about simple shirts made out of woven cloth. I love the transitions in this short poem; shirt sleeve blowing in the wind, an old red pickup, an may morning, and everything is possible. This is so well put together and artfully written! And a great photo!
Chambray shirts are so practical, yet beautiful, and evoke a timelessness, although THAT sleeve evokes such specific memories ... :)
Love the old car now at the top of the page. Did you take this photo? I like, especially, the split window in front. Classic!
No, I didn't take the photo. Wish I had. I found it on Tumblr. Isn't it great? Yes, those split windows you rarely see. Thanks, Bill!
I think many of us can identify a few such moments in our catalog of memories. It's a great feeling to trust and move with when it arrives. Beautiful :)
Thank you, Seth. So good to hear from you...
O yes, there were such days for me too.Everything was possible and then life intervened.
And in the intervening I made choices that changed everything...
Things were a lot simpler back then. Pick-up trucks with the windows rolled down. As they should be.
Yes! Exactly so.
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