Drove home tonight in sunshine and rain and snapped pictures through the windshield, between wiper blades and stop lights…
I looked in the rear view and imagined the bright light had stopped time and the dream was real…but it was real.
Snowflakes and raindrops and the dream of a springtime that hasn’t arrived and six hours later and eighty thousand reasons to turn back the clocks and…and what?
Pale blue eyes and bicycle helmets, smiles and snow pants, puddles and boots, and their faces turn sad when I say,
“I have to go.”
“I’ll be right back.”