This is our time, A reassurance that there are some sensations I will never forget. The sun coming back, the heat, the trees, their leaves, the natural world. This is the time that we found each other — we confirmed each other.
In eighty years I know even if I don't remember who I am, I will see the particular neon green bouquet of maple buds, and hear the playoffs whistling in a room down the hall of my convalescence, and I will return spring of our courtship, when we were lucky enough to gleam a future in each other's eyes. -DDH (c) 2010.