willidil
Mango sherbert sitting in a frosted green glass cup, the frozen ice crystals twinkling in the firelight, inviting the tongue to lick and caress each delicate tongueful into the oblivion of the stomach.
They need an outlet for the longing behind the words, beneath the games, between the meetings.
Sage advice comes from an unexpected place. Someone less old but more wise with experience and insight, observation and compassion. If only my own wisdom sufficed to follow it.
Charge forward into battle, into new things. Blindly charging with purpose.
The wrenching feeling in my gut when I realized that I was going to be home, again, with the sick kids, again, was alleviated by the unexpected joy of snow. Kids in the snow are a pure delight.