Usually the covered wagons don’t settle down long enough to build a fire for a dream, and in the past two years and two months, to the day, there’ve been woefully few that featured Billy as the star attraction. But this morning, at dawn, for a few fleeting moments…
At no place in particular, I was standing a few paces away from Billy and we were facing one another. We approached and I took his face in my hands and we kissed; the staccato rhythm was all our own. He was warm and real, and when I woke up, I could swear I still felt that familiar little tickle of his mustache. Yeah. That made me smile. And thankful.
