When I exited the car, I saw it. The memories of a childhood carefree and calm. How did I get there? What caused me to go back and place my hand over my heart?
Maybe it was the wind or the bird that flew overhead.
No, I know now, it was the trees, my heart fluttered when I heard the soft moans of “you’re home” as I approached phone in hand ready to take pictures for a woman than can no longer remember the childhood she had given me.