An Evening with Dad

Every night, she would sit on the front porch, looking over the valley to the mountains in the distance.
It was this time, when the shadows grew tall; a warm summer breeze would descend from heavens, cross the valley floor and touch gently upon her skin.
At that moment, she would close her eyes; raise her hands towards the setting sun and with slow intention, she would breathe in the memory of her father and imagine the soft echo of his voice. Slowly, she would breathe. And with each breath, the warmth of her father's prescence and his embrace would return. And at that moment,once again, they sit side by side and together they bathe in the fulfillment of past memories and enjoy the gift and spirit of time.
Then, just as each night before, the sun sets behind the mountain, and the shadows blend into night. With a sigh of rejoice, her hands return to her side, and she gazes into the twilight.
The memory of her father and the warm summer evenings they shared slowly gives way to the sound of children playing. Rising, she turns towards the laughter, but before she goes, she looks back into the night sky, and with a quiet whisper, she says. “…Good night Dad, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her day, now complete, she reflects on what a glorious and wonderful day it has been.