Today’s sentence: “Sitting on the front porch.”
If anyone asked for someone in particular, the answer was nearly always that they were
“Sitting on the front porch.”
The porch in question made you privvy to the most glorious sunsets.
After a hard day, to sit there as the sun went to bed casting golds, reds, pinks and purples in the sky made you feel glad to be alive to witness something so wonderful.
The old ranch house had several seats on the porch, and it was a given that the family would gather there in the evenings to talk about their day or just to enjoy the moment.
These days, few of the family would be found sitting on the front porch, though they would all be there.
The shelf my grandfather built had been added to over the years, making little cubby holes for pots and urns of the departed’s ashes.
It was strategically placed so that all containers witnessed the setting of the sun every day, just as they had in life.