I stood in line at Trader Joe's and thought of my dad.
Caramels were his favorite...there were shelves full of them.
And a reminder that the end of summer is near.
Labor Day often signifies the last weekend of summer...dommage.
It seemed like endless caramels...I wish for an endless summer...I wish...I really wish...I could sit with my dad and eat salted caramels...and tell him about my summer.
In my dreams...