The quiet on the front porch was a presence that I sought.
I remember....
a summer evening as the golden light fell in long strands far across the green grass. Light ran unbroken having moved beyond the parsing hands of the evergreens which sheltered one corner of the house. The grass was lush here, uncut by anything except the teeth of goats and cows and unwatered except by rain yet it always looked the best grass in the world to me.

 

"Remember?" Marian asked. She was like a child.
She had that expectancy yet she could never be given
what she needed.