When I was in middle school, I watched from the back seat as my mom pumped gas into her car. I saw her pause, then gasp as a dove landed on the hood of her Chevy. It looked at her and tilted its head back and forth and then flew away. She got back in the driver’s seat and vowed never to forget that moment, that it meant something, that she could breathe again.
Kind of Like Doves
Kind of Like Doves
Kind of Like Doves
When I was in middle school, I watched from the back seat as my mom pumped gas into her car. I saw her pause, then gasp as a dove landed on the hood of her Chevy. It looked at her and tilted its head back and forth and then flew away. She got back in the driver’s seat and vowed never to forget that moment, that it meant something, that she could breathe again.