The Boat Ride

“Look out the window, Daddy,”my boys screamed to me,so I leaned out and watched the rolling water crash – gently come to be. And somewhere in that moment,though I couldn’t tell you when.I wasn’t bauld and bulging—But a little boy again. The water caught the sunlight,the world fell soft and still.Nostalgia hit back quietly,as childhoodContinue reading “The Boat Ride”