Day 141: “Ginger Ale”
The mountains, the porch swing
The breeze as the sky gets dark
You come, scratch my back
Sit next to me
We look at the stars starting to become visible in the sky
We sit in silence
Admiring the beauty
The closeness
After a while, it’s cold enough that we go inside
Surprising for Arizona
You ask if you can get me anything
I think of all the treats and treasures here
Peanut M&Ms
Rice Krispies
Icebreakers
But I say, “Ginger ale, please”
You go to the other fridge
The one by the garage
And come back with two in hand
We sit on the couch, drinking ginger ale
and watching Shirley Temple
You scratch my back