Of sorts
The cracked glass spattered with mud reminds me of a family story.
When my mother-in-law and father-in-law were in their early dating days, they were riding in his car.
He pointed up in the direction of the windshield.
“Look at that!” he declared, pointing to a lovely bird of prey, probably a hawk.
“It’s just a small crack!” reassured MIL, thinking he was pointing to the actual windshield.
Beautiful Barbara!
The cracked glass spattered with mud reminds me of a family story.
When my mother-in-law and father-in-law were in their early dating days, they were riding in his car.
He pointed up in the direction of the windshield.
“Look at that!” he declared, pointing to a lovely bird of prey, probably a hawk.
“It’s just a small crack!” reassured MIL, thinking he was pointing to the actual windshield.
Beautiful Barbara!