Walking home from the drug store, I decide to incorporate my route to my former home with my present home, descending into Fairfield via tree-lined and still leafy Vancouver Street.
I'm somewhere behind the cathedral, when I hear an exchange taking place behind me, between a child and a man: high voice/deep voice, high voice/deep voice:
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"Guess what?"
"What?"
This continues as they overtake me, a young dad and his colt-legged daughter, clad in a hoodie and leggings, dragging a long stick along the pavement.
Pang.
Two decades ago, elder daughter was seven, and would have come down this hill with her dad countless times, and much in this vein.
I'm rather relieved when this current-day pair lope past the turning which leads to our old house.
That might break my heart.
Sunday Sweets Celebrates Gray Skies
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It's no secret I love color, and generally speaking, the brighter and
bolder, the better.
But today I'm featuring Sweets with as little color as possible...
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