Texting is like tossing paper airplanes to someone, back and forth, with tiny notes.
My daughter texts me about the usual humdrum of who’s picking up her sister or grocery lists, sometimes bigger issues like financial aid deadlines, but also notes like, Want to know something weird? Well, who wouldn’t?
Some days, nothing. Some days, a veritable JFK International of these flying notes.
The other day, she and her friend shoulder their heavy backpacks and head off to their college classes. I’m at my laptop, working, when a single word comes through: rainbow. Just that.
I type back, Double.
Yes, she returns.
That was all. She was already on her way, having tossed me that sweet missive: see this.
The rainbow stands
In a moment
As if you are here.
– Takahama Kyoshi
3 thoughts on “One Word”
Thanks, on this rainy morning, Margie.
Thank you for letting us into your beautiful relationship with your sister.