Saturday afternoon kissed us with great weather. This is after fog, clouds and weird strange clouds passed us by. While they did, we took care of things. My seat on the very end of the dock gave this view to me. Two young boys. Fishing. Probably in Grand-dad's boat. Peaceful. Giggling. Their snacks, their poles, more giggles...and off they went. I could only smile. Inside and out. These are the days. That fly by. Seriously. Fly by. The days before their voices change. Their plans change. Their friends change. Girls. Priorities. Studies, sports. Everything.
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