Daddy Daydreamer
How remembering my grandfather helps me see the beauty in life
We smiled and nodded a lot, but we still connected in our own manner
Photo: Freeimages.com – Tom Low
I relish the quiet of a predawn run. Focus on the cadence of my footfalls, breathe the crisp morning air.
I pass the local technical college and notice an older gentleman, leaning on a pillar. He sports glasses; his frame, slight, thin; grey hair combed over scalp. Stares into the ether of a dewy sky.
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November 23, 2017