Remember Monterey that Fall? The first of everything seemingly important in life? Our first Jazz Festival? We were still virgins? “That’s heavy,” meant being too loaded to comprehend?
And now, here we are. Married fifty years and downloading our music onto a memory stick.
You turn to me. Your blue eyes are twinkling with mischief. “Let’s go to the festival again this year. Maybe dance a little jig or two?”
The sky was so blue that festival day. Our world was so perfectly perfect. Tuck and Patti played into the sunset. You bought me a delicate rose quartz necklace.
photo prompt – © C. Hase