ORCHARD MEMOIR by C.N. Beckmann

The sun would set soon and the orchard dazzled all dipped in gold. My eyes squinted and I trembled for a moment, recounting the past in this small square of land.  It shuffled before me like a slide show going too fast.  I looked around me as only to recognize that the reality surrounding me was now truly a mirror of a glimmering dream. I drove forward and around the turn looking everywhere quickly, carefully. I know I’d never return to this space and time and it was my way.  I decided this moment I would bring with me in my life travels; My memory of the golden Orchard. If only I could open up a window so he would see what I am seeing.