“You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn’t that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:
Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.”
― Brian Andreas, Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind
9 replies to “Crossroads”
You look like your beautiful Mama, Sandra. That’s a great photo. I remember the days of the Stingray bike with the motorcycle handlebars fondly, too!
Awww…thanks Mark! That’s a huge compliment.
A bit of nostalgia here. Though I have never had that kind of bike. And have never been a dark beauty.
But a beauty nonetheless!
As I said… I’m making the pictures…
Yes, you look like your mom. Love it!
Thank you Dora! 🙂
Beautiful. The picture and the words to match.
Thank you so much!