We met in church, at one of those coffee hours after the Sunday service, in early 1976. She was young, attractive and flirted openly. I was between wives (divorced in 1972, remarried in 1979), dating a fair number of young things, and always on the prowl for someone new.
It’s raining outside and the whole mood is cold and damp.
Now. Don’t you feel better? We do.
Of course all these colors are gone now, replaced by bare limbs and brown grass. Until next year.