It rained last night. The trees bear that in their color…the trees, the grasses and the fields full of blue Chicory flowers and Queen Anne’s Lace.
I turned off, onto the old winding road and drove slowly, trying to avoid holes and making my best attempt to find the smooth patches of dirt among the rippled gravel. She was beside me, but quiet. The early morning sun flickered through the canopy of trees, and I could feel emotions swell within me.
We aren’t the way we used to be.
We aren’t the same.
When we got to the barn, she began to put her boots on. I touched her hair, swept it behind her ear and said
“I miss how we used to be.”
And she said nothing.
There was silence that felt like a boom.
I remember once saying that she would outgrow me, but I would never outgrow her.
I think it is happening.
She is outgrowing me.
I didn’t know it would feel like this.