She arrived a little after dark. The fire was going nicely and served as a beacon. She said she wasn't sure 'til the suspenders gleamed against the white shirt.
The moon was full, or perhaps a hair's-breadth under. But the night was tender as we sat, hand-in-hand admiring the embers and enjoying the pleasure of rejoinment.
The wind started up during the night and by morning the air was so full of dust the mountains had disappeared. While waiting it out, we alternated the day with visits, breaks for rest and meals. Then, with the moon in affirmed tumescence, we set out. I haven't the stamina and though her mind was willing, I've taken a stern stance with "Her Ferretness." She denies the incursions of age and cites Sophia Loren's advice to not grunt when getting up, but she does anyway. So, though it's difficult, I force limitations...and rest.
This morning, aside from the cloud hovering o'er the length of the distant freeway, it's a bright, sunshiney day.
Photo courtesy of iPhone. I have a 'droid.
