It’s not that windy that often in Southern California. Really. Not when it’s 64 degrees. And the sun is shining bright. And the skies are a perfect blue with not a cloud in sight. The chimes on the front porch ring just like they did when my son and I used to play out front in the yard when he was little, often enough that we'd catch every windy day. He just heard them through the phone as he was telling me about how his second semester of his junior year in college is going. “The chimes. That reminds me of home,” he said. It sure does.
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