Magic

I haven’t written for while. But the perfect moment comes along and what can you do?

The weather on our back porch is perfect while my perfect wife tiptoes around the garden, inspecting her flowers like a mum checking in on her kids who is careful not to wake them. As she gathers up her gardening tools she is unaware that I am watching. John Denver keeps us company as the sun goes down.

There are those rare moments. They can’t be planned. They sneak up on you like holiday weight. All of the sudden you are there. She is there. John Denver is there, and well, it’s just magic.