May 18, 2023

He asks Dad, ‘Where does the creek behind your house originate?’ Dad looks out the window and replies gently, ‘Yes, that is a maple tree’.

And I chuckle because he and I agree silently with a shared wink between us that what was asked was not heard, but the response given was what may have been wished and even true…and it’s good enough. Because in this room there is friendship and contentment…and no one here is truly deaf…just selective and dreamy…