Two Sets of Bare Feet
The long way home
We walked the cart path without shoes, the grass gone soft with evening damp. Neither of us said much. The barn waited at the end like something we'd get to eventually, or not at all
The long way home
We walked the cart path without shoes, the grass gone soft with evening damp. Neither of us said much. The barn waited at the end like something we'd get to eventually, or not at all