Walking Home in the Rain

For Laurel

We must always remember this moment in The Meadows, an ocean away from where we are from, walking home with this light rain on us and the way the grey sky makes the pink trees pop.  You wearing mittens and eating ice cream and me in my toque, alternating between bites of warm baguette and cold brie cheese.

We want always to remember, to be this young and this beautiful, walking with our hands full to the home we built for ourselves.  We do not know how to get to where we are going.  We do not know where we’re supposed to be.  We know only that our life here is temporary, you with your ice cream, me with my baguette, walking home in the rain.

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