Little Pigeon River - JMcEwen
“Remember our ‘Salad Days?’” she asked wistfully.
“You mean when we were green and tender?” he replied with a smile, taking her hand.
“Yes! When fall comes, and I see how beautifully leaves grow old, I realize that it is only a season since we were youthful and vibrant. Our lives go by so quickly the older we get.”
“Did you think we would stay young forever? That’s no fun! I’m glad I can rest now, and sit with you like this—like a pair of comfortable shoes that have seen better days, but fit so perfectly together.”
Jenny gave us such a wonderful Saturday Centus today, didn't she? The prompt is in bold type, and the words, limited to 103, just fell out of my fingers and onto the page! I'm anxious to see the offerings of the other Centusians, and I hope you will join me.