The sun was hot on my neck as I got out of the truck. The end of a long Wyoming workday in June seemed about like always, high thin clouds laughed at the thought of rain as a hot sun beat on my dads trailer house. Looking at the big cottonwoods over the old trailer, I walked into the welcome shade they cast before pausing on the wooden porch. I hadn't heard it first, the …
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…had THIS! We had this.....And that happiness pushed gently into the night, ambassador for feelings which words cannot describe. maybe raising a passing travellers spirits as it was filled with a simple joy. I am stopping this memory right here, at a point where it is happy. Let us leave them there, an old truck sitting below the moon, soft tones of music winding throuigh shivery cottonwoods on an early summer night. Good evening.