On the cattle guard

Abstract

Dawn breaks. Maybe a few hours have passed. The sun is high enough so that you can see, within the narrow range that your head is able to turn. Uncle Walter is completely still. You worry if he is okay. Nah, at seventy-four, he’s still tougher than the rest of you. Nonetheless, Auntie Loretta strokes his back, his legs, his arms, never leaving his side. #CoupleGoals.