Tuesday, January 03, 2012

Landing Aberdeen, Scotland

A raw Xmas.
But my father unbreakable.

We say goodbye and I kiss him, we both think the same thing.
I leave.
But then he walks (with great effort) out onto the drive to wave properly goodbye, the furthest he has moved for weeks.

If I am lucky he has probably made me unbreakable too.
We live in a soft time of talking and forget there was once another way.
I drive to meet the boat we both think the same thing.