Your long fingers curl over my right hand as I watch islands of cottony white clouds drift below and above me. Forty years ago, you were off to college and I had one more year of high school. “Hey, sign my yearbook and do not scratch over your photo like you did last year,” I say. As we sit for the very last time at our lunch table, I watch your left hand scribble: Well, I have to say goodbye for a while and remember me and all of our good times. God bless, have a great summer and good luck in your senior year. Love, Dave.
As we prepare for our three-month mission trip landing, I squeeze your hand. I feel your quick reflex return the squeeze. Reaching over, I clasp your upper left arm. I laugh aloud. “What?” you grin. “For an old man,” I giggle, “you still have your high school arms of steel!”
Amusing romp on cloud nine
Two friends share one heart
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Inspiration for Cloud Nine: Ligo Haibun. This week’s challenge offered two photographs to choose from and I decided on the aerial shot. Thank you for your support and if you care to join us, please visit this Ligo Haibun link.