{Preview} Once in a blue moon

What were the chances?  I hadn’t seen Sara in 14 years.  We went to college together, one year apart, and I always had a soft spot for her.  One of my favorites.  But we hadn’t spoken a word since graduation.  Then out of nowhere, a friend of a friend of a friend … a connection was made and I was driving to the cape with my camera.

I pulled up.  Beautiful Sara, barefoot in grass, looked exactly the same.  Bright.  Huge smile.  A halo of sun.  Only difference:  a gaggle of little girls was trailing behind her.  Rolled up in ringlets and hot pink glasses.  Freckles, milked skin, tiny buttons, and bubble wands.   A little parade of perfection.

What were the chances?