Sharp memory

After noon, it was dazzling outside. I saw in the glass reflection of the shop plaque across the street in this cubicle.

Dazzling sunlight after noon. It put me in mind of a dad’s photo, in which he wore a military wide brim hat, heels pressed tight against each other. He stood there, so upright, a little curve of smile that lent the otherwise oft-stern face an rarely seen air of vibration and self-assuredness. If my memory didn’t escape me, Dad should wear a pair of tea-coloured glasses then, which like itself cast a magic feeling upon the whole afternoon.

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