If I could spend eternity running up that hill and through the woods with this woman, I would be blissfully happy. We were full of smiles and appreciation for our present state. Both of us had noticed that more of me was coming back. It was a process not dissimilar to developing old-fashioned photographic film in which the right solutions encouraged the intended picture. My image was slowly coming through in the gaze of sunshine and foliage.
The sun returned for all of us this weekend.
Firstly, there was Middle daughter’s return from the city of Leeds. Secondly, Friday night arrived and the missus thought it would be a good idea for us to have a walk. We were leaving the girls at home for an hour so that we could walk to a pub and get a swifty. Once we’d walked into the pub, a famous real-ale themed chain, the wife thought that we ought to get the daughters to come down and have a spot to eat.
The stagnant breath of winter was beginning to be blown away. We saw people we knew from the various running clubs that both us and our daughter had been members of. It was the warmth of exchanging human greetings was something that I hadn’t been prepared for. I had spent the last year avoiding people and pulling into…
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