Hayden and Tripp had crashed almost the moment we got back from dinner. We'd found a little seafood place in town that I imagined had been around for generations and then wandered around the area. I said goodnight and retreated to my back porch with a glass of tea to sit in my Adirondack chair under the cherry tree that shaded my patio.
Ironically, I hadn't noticed the tree when Hayden and I had looked at the house initially. I didn't believe I'd seen it when Davis and his friends were here, either, but in the solitude after, I found comfort near it. The vibrant pink blossoms took over the branches without so much as a leaf to adorn their arrival, exploding in color. It was beautiful and reminded me of home. That tree served as a reminder that beauty could come from anywhere. Those bare
