At 5:30 a.m., Grandpa Al and I took a walk under the crescent moon.
The temp was perfect, the breezes were whooshing through the palm leaves,
and my little flashlight lit the path.
Grandpa Al has graduated to the cane but we still have to be careful. We walked down to Tony's house, knocked on his garage door (just kidding), and walked back.
Is it time to buy headlamps?
Or tickets to London?
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