day 205 A few years slipped by since we’d walked up and over the hill to see the field of purple wildflowers. We used to walk that road every day in the summer. One boy grew then the other came and we didn’t return to our secret field. Until today when he told me the flowers bloomed and all those talks we shared rushed back. It happened more lately, snapshots: in school, out of school, before kids, during kids. Favorite books, road trips, summer hikes.