It has snowed a foot. Father says that it is just like when he was a boy and it was winter. And now, at last, the deep snow and happy laughter of children has returned to Leeds. Just like then, just like now.
It makes me feel like I am sharing a childhood memory that belongs to Father and he is re-living those times except for now I am in them. He looks very happy. Every time he looks outside a smile plays around his lips. "How deep is it there?" he asks me, naming all his old haunts, now mine. He loves to talk of his childhood to me and to see my interest and delight at the things he used to do.
I love my Father and I love sharing his memories re-lived.
It makes me feel like I am sharing a childhood memory that belongs to Father and he is re-living those times except for now I am in them. He looks very happy. Every time he looks outside a smile plays around his lips. "How deep is it there?" he asks me, naming all his old haunts, now mine. He loves to talk of his childhood to me and to see my interest and delight at the things he used to do.
I love my Father and I love sharing his memories re-lived.
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