Heels That Click

From time to time (almost every day) Janet and I talk on the phone while we are on our way to work.  My Pop suggested in 1975, “Didn’t you just see her a minute ago? What could you be talking about?” To be honest I didn’t know then and I don’t know now.  It’s just a fact I love hearing the sound of her voice, especially when she is speaking to me. This morning as usual we talked but just a little later in the drive.  She had already made it to work and I knew we would be hanging up shortly.  Then my ears heard a clicking sound. It was the sound of her heels striking the ceramic floor as she walked towards her office. With each click of her heels and the sound of her voice, the picture of her beauty and gracefulness became clearer in my mind.  Just like back in 1975, I didn’t want to hang up!  I was enjoying the view.  I love you sweetheart.  Can’t wait to get home.  Glad the tomb is empty.