I look at an old photo from when I was young. He comes up behind me and I smiled and lean back against him. "Remember this day?" I ask him. He nods, of course he remembers. Who could forget the sweet scent of fragrant flowers that carries forever on the breeze. The young girl sitting on a swing, wearing an apricot colored dress. Or her beau, a handsome young man, who stands behind her, pushing her higher and higher into the sunset coated sky. Mixed laughter that rings out, joining the sounds of birds and other creatures getting ready for the coming night. The view of the picture fades, and I am left standing in his arms, watching the girl in the apricot dress, wondering where she has gone.
Ready? Set? Gold!