Pop always let me help lay out the sod. Mom would sit on the porch, sipping a lemonade and heckling him for letting the lawn die again.
It wasn’t until I saw you, tiny hands gently patting down the green corners, that I realized the lawn hadn’t mattered a bit.
Hunter is a rising junior at the University of North Carolina – Chapel Hill, majoring in Math and Comparative Literature.
Hemingway appeared to me in that night’s dreaming. “I don’t mind talking tonight. You know how I feel about night thinking.”
“Yes. Night thoughts are nothing.”
“How do I work, now that she’s gone?”
He thought for a moment. “Start with the truest sentence you know. Then it’s easy.”
Jack Blair is a biker, triathlete, cowboy, dropout, and writer in Seattle. His blog on writing, training, eating, and playing is at www.jackblairdaily.wordpress.com.