It’s usually warmer here. Mira has spent many happy moments seated at this bench, soaking in the sun.
Late afternoon shadows fall. A breeze rustles the endless dried oak and maple leaves still on the ground since Autumn. Just enough chill to remember that Spring is yet to come.
Whatever the calendar says.
shining on our faces
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Olesya GrichinaHire An Editor