It is Saturday. Elise is 20 years old today. This is an important day. We’re going to Disneyland. I wrote her a haiku. (Don’t kill me for breaking some haiku rules, poetry purists.)
(20 x 4)Eighty seasons in
She holds the storm and the moon
And laughs with the stars.
I might try to send some photos through the mobile phone. Forgive me if Verizon attaches strange talk to it. I’ll delete it later.