by M. J. Joachim
It’s barely 6 o’clock in the morning. I’m sitting here drinking my coffee, staring out the window at the hammock.
Suddenly it starts swaying in the light October breeze, but this doesn’t appear to be random, light-hearted swinging. It seems so deliberate and intentional.
I rush for my phone to take a picture. “Angels in the hammock,” I say to no one in particular. “Thanks for watching over me Dad and Mom.” Both of my parents are gone now, but I always know they’re still close by, especially in moments like this.
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