He sits behind the wheel of an old car in our grove. We are playing house, he is the dad.
Should we go get groceries?
He turns the key, starts the car...
turns up the volume on the radio.
Swinging from the rear-view mirror is a green tree, it smells of pine.
We cruise to the store to pick up the needed supplies.
I can remember the look on his face, the thrill of the ride.
Sometimes you don't need fuel for your engine...
You just need the heart.
A heart to hear the passionate aching inside a heart that will never know the earthly knowledge of driving a car, and yet he feels the longing for something he can not have.
You want to capture this moment on film but you know there is a depth to this moment that no camera can capture, so you take the picture with your soul and hold on to it... forever etching the beauty in your heart.
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