I closed my eyes as a soft breeze kissed me, and the setting sun gave up its heat, making way for a star-filled night. The clothes are dry on the line where they hang, maybe until tomorrow. I count the times the rocking chair creaks but lose interest as the smell of apple pie fills my senses, and I hear milk being poured into a tall glass. The day is coming to a close as I slowly get up and go inside, the door squeaking as it closes behind me. I've got to fix that one day but probably won't, as it's as much a part of this house as we are. She smiles as I sit down and take a bite of pure heaven washed down with some ice-cold milk and a feeling of complete happiness.
Mike 2024
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