We sit on the balcony
with the smell of all the
new wood beneath our
feet and along the top
of the railing down and
around the walkway to
the front of the house.
Thirty-five years the old
wood lasted and now
it feels so good to have
such a firm foundation
which will last another
thirty-five or forty years,
long after we have left
the balcony and have
placed our feet on even
firmer foundations.