Upstate NY trip....
Look at the gold in that tree!
Silence
Polka music playing on the radio reminds me of your mom and dad dancing- your mom's head thrown back and she's laughing as dad swings her around the dance floor.
Richard sings, "on the road again"......
There is that tear and twinge of sorrow as I remember...........
I wish you were here on this trip with me.
I miss you.
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