Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by.
I unlatched the metal hook and pulled open the old door to the closet.
I opened the large envelope from my daughter on Father’s Day. It arrived early that year.
My three grandsons looked out the window at the falling snow. It had been snowing all day.
Wet snow covered our yard. I grabbed a handful, rolled it forward and created a big ball.
The storm passed.
“That one looks good, Jim.” Mum said to Dad.