Sunday, September 18, 2011

Terry Fox

A tattered grey blanket covering the sky, blue batting spilling out through the holes. The cold wind whipped at our faces as we walked along the river. An easy walk under the bridge, past the tennis courts, and along the railroad tracks. We repeat this three times. We are given a sticker. We go home. We think of another walk, many years ago that was not so easy.

1 comment:

Lesliejm said...

Very moving. Thanks for sharing it.