Home.
I think it's because we weren't expecting it. You can see it, driving up the hill. Actually, it's the first thing you see and as you near and your silver SUV creeps further up the hill, the sign grows taller.
It's this big white post and this narrow white sign. It's staked into our green lawn, piercing right through the soil, balancing straight up.
And for a very small second, everything becomes quiet. The radio stops. The car stops rattling. Our nostrils clear. And then everything begins again.
"It's okay," she tells me. Yeah, of course it is. And we park on the street and walk up our oil-stained driveway. And that's it.
Well written, Tess!
ReplyDeleteI am excited to see where the next chapter takes you, both physically and mentally.