The Pond
The pond is a place where you stop alongside the road to stretch your legs as we did on our way to Mendocino (The Cape Cod of California).
It was layers of colors dancing in the wind.
It was watching my mother feeling like a child as she gently touched the petals of so many colorful flowers.
It's a place where you become mesmerized by nature's beauty, and your system begins to unwind without the thought of trying, as you feel the freshness of the breeze brushing against your skin.
A place you want to return to someday because of a special memory of a moment in time. A moment I spent with my family, and my mother who became a child as she once was when my father was at her side in the redwoods, valleys and streams.
Just a place along side the road, on our way to enjoy a few unregimented days ahead.
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