This afternoon I was driving west from on I-10 to Ft. Walton Beach. I was doing what I call “chasing the sunset;” traveling at a high rate of speed while watching the sky as it turned from yellow to orange to plum over the course of an hour.
The traffic was light, and with my rental car on cruise control, I had the rare opportunity for some reflection.
The image that I kept returning to was of earlier in the day: I was standing at the kitchen window, watching Shawn take brush from the yard and load it into a wheelbarrow. Next to her was Reilly, quiet and focused, working in Shawn’s shadow.
When the wheelbarrow was full, Shawn let Reilly push it to the garbage can out back. Again, Reilly took her task seriously, wheeled the brush without saying a word, without losing her focus for a moment. When she needed help navigating a rough patch, Shawn took over.
Her little blue gloves, far too big for her hands, hung loose at her sides as she followed Shawn. As they passed through a gate, Reilly closed the door behind her mother, and then hurried to chase after her.
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