Old maple stands against a melon sky. Another year, whirligigs ready, leaves waiting for release; no one expects that you can last through the next winter. I spent the last ten years talking to you and shielding you from harm. It’s personal now. Age affects us all. How can we weather the coming storms together?
Have a story to tell? If you can tell it in 55 words--make certain you tell the g-man! It is after all, Flash Friday! Have a great weekend all!