the driveway

I stepped out of Dan's car and dragged my feet towards my back door...his headlights lit the way and the crickets and ciccadas buzzed together with my thoughts. But as I patted the windowsill checking for the key I wondered how many times before I had done the same thing and how many more times I would stand up on my tip-toes and take stock of the night's events as I unlocked our back door-- I wondered: how many emotional moments took place within the confines of my simple driveway.. I looked at my backyard and thought of how it changed over the years, over the seasons, over my life...and I asked myself, how many hugs, whether goodbye hugs or welcoming embraces, took place within several feet outside of my backdoor.. Frames of memories snapped by and I saw first kisses, last kisses, darting eyes shielding tears, uncertain, final hugs, awkward glances, last looks over one's shoulder, and so many other moments that it stirred a new reverence within me. A reverence for my own, plain and simple drive way.

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