What a beautiful morning driving to DePere. I come in along Riverside, a nice-looking stretch of road just about any time, but today I had to drive with the radio off. It was just that beautiful. On the way in, I came up with this.
You see her out on these windy, sun-shot mornings, walking under the trees gone yellow. You see her on the sidewalks in her dark pink coat and her red knit cap, the white cane with its red tip in her hand. She walks with a kind of shuffle among the yellow leaves that blow across her path. And if you meet her on the sidewalk, though she does this less often than before, she will ask, "Do I know you? Sure, I know you from somewhere."
Bob
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