Every Day, Always

We ice fish on the pond in Maine every winter. Sitting on metal chairs, we doze at slack lines, laugh at tension. “If only,” he always says.

5 thoughts on “Every Day, Always”

Johnsienoel says:

8 December 2009 at 07:14

So much written within the lines of the unspoken. I felt the frosty air between them. Chilly like the metal chairs – beautiful!
grayestone says:

8 December 2009 at 08:07

Bit of trivia: written for Folded Word’s patron who turns 40 today. Thanks for helping out, Mel!
Eric Beeny says:

8 December 2009 at 09:11

This is great, Mel…
Mel Bosworth says:

8 December 2009 at 09:37

i vant to….zank you! muah-ah-ah-ah!

happy bday, kg. kevin garnett? nope. better.
Red Burke says:

8 December 2009 at 10:04

Very nice!