Gordon, The Wind
He’d loved a woman once, in Halifax, long enough to learn she took her coffee black and slept with one foot outside the blanket. He couldn’t now recall if he’d told her he was leaving or simply left. The wind had come up fair that day; he remembered that much — he’d always remember the wind.
It isn’t in the tide to hold still, and it had never been in him either. He didn’t call it a mistake. But watching the light come up gold over water, his hands already reaching for the lines, Gordon felt the old ease catch on something, just for a moment, before it let him go.
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I love this image! I am also impressed with your story. I like it how he doesn’t call it a mistake but he remembers. I used to call some of my choices mistakes. I have now come to see them as just life experiences and lessons. I see you got a bit of rain yesterday in our forecast to eceive some more. It is supposed to be about 10 degrees warmer today and 10 degrees warmer tomorrow as we heat up.
Glad you like this one, Monte. Yes, I think it’s normal to have second thoughts about what we could have done differently, but once it’s done, then it is what it is, and we must move on. We’ve gotten a half-inch of rain in the last 24 hours, which is welcome. The temperature is in the mid-80s today, which doesn’t sound bad, but the humidity is stifling, and it feels like the mid to upper-90s. I see you’ll be back in the upper 90s by this weekend. There was a little lightning and thunder here late last night, and Bentley decided he would sleep with us on our bed, so no one got much good sleep, and now we’re all grumpy today. 😂