I can smell summer, my favorite time of year.
It’s just a couple of weeks away.
Chlorine. Heat. Sunburns. Sunscreen. Flip flops. Lazy mornings.
It’s right there.
I can almost grab it.
And the next Noah is close, too…
So close, I’ll give you the first couple of lines.
“Have you seen my mommy?”
The voice floated over my head and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, hoping it would go away.
Wait. That’s not very much!
That’s right. It’s not.