He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
When I arrive early to pick up the girls from school, I park a short distance from the school in the nearest bit of shade. Yesterday as I was waiting in the shade I watched as a father and his daughter walked up a few meters in front of where I was parked and began sifting through a pile of rubble. As I walked past to go get my girls I asked the father what they were looking for. He showed me the small rusty bits of metal that they were searching for. As I returned with my girls I asked the father if I could take a foto. He agreed and I took 2 fotos. He didn't ask for anything but I gave him $100 pesos (about $10 US) and the girls and I headed off to our car and our very plush lives.