So hard to look at that picture now. Your silly yellow toque so I wouldn’t lose you in the crowded big city. I said that red hoodie would clash with that old green parka you wouldn’t throw out.
Funny isn’t it, how our last picture, my last picture of you taken with snow melting, river rolling, clouds thin and high.
So sorry. Hammered last night when I sent that photo. This morning, my head throbbing, my mind forms the words – “damn, off on honeymoon. omg! who read the message first?”
Texted to me by myself for FFfAW Challenge 05/31: #68 (image provided by Barbara Taylor)