Scavenger Hunt Saturday

It is a picture from a long ago birthday.

Before I realized how quickly the passage of time and people moves.

My stepfather smiling his big genuine smile as I presented him with a tie or trinket or token.

Teasingly he would complain that he wanted a Mercedes; ask if it was time for apple pie.

“Passage,” fittingly came up on the word generator; today of all days.

Today which is his birthday.

A birthday far removed from those days where although there was always one more candle on the cake, time seemed to stand still and we lived always, just on the cusp of summer.