Dan Hardsion

Young Again

It is time to leave the hospital and we decide to have dinner down the street before making the long drive home. It has been a long day and we just want a light meal somewhere quiet. As we finish our meal, my sister asks if anyone is thinking about dessert. "There's an ice cream shop two doors down," she says. He immediately looks up and with a sheepish grin and a twinkle in his eye says, "ice cream sounds good to me." We walk the short distance and enjoy a round of ice cream. As we make our way back to the car, he is eighty years young.

rain puddle . . .
stepping cautiously
through childhood