Thursday, March 30, 2017

Old men

theboy and I saw in sunset pretending to be old men reminiscing about events that happened that day or the day before; "I remember that glass of milk I done drunk..."

He was in his spinning ball and I was on a chair with my feet up. I celebrated the pink of the day's end with a pink drink.

Old men talking as the sun dies away. A pleasant way to end a day.

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