Quick Still Life With Dad

End of the day photo. At least it's not another picture of my bedroom lamp. Flowers from friends, the hibiscus beginning to bloom, and a small photo of my dad from the early 80's. He wasn't yet 80, but the century was.
Dad has been on my mind ever since he featured in a recent dream. He was trying to get me to come out of the bathroom so he could use it. I opened the door and there he was, older than in this picture, but his very dear self; how I loved the man in all his humanness. It was a brief encounter, but the kind that sticks with you, that you can carry around and savor.
Then I got up and went to the bathroom, which is what the dream was really all about.