There was a streak of vivid orange behind the trees early this morning. What a tremendous contrast to our narrow, dark strip of woodland. I went out to say goodbye to Stephen and our youngest daughter before they motored off to their jobs in the city.
Hadn’t seen much of daughter o’ mine the day before with her tight schedule, and everything, so went over to her window; “Haven’t see much of you lately. “
“No, I’ve been terribly busy: and tired.” She kept fiddling with her cell phone. (Sound familiar?)
“Just look at the gorgeous sky.” Her eyes flickered upwards.
“Yeah, it is pretty.”
Soon they were gone.
