Tap. Push. Tap. Tap. The mechanical swivel of the front door lock granted us access from the cold and into our just-warm-enough-for-refuge rental home. We stomped our boots, laid to rest our scarves, surprisingly upbeat for the end of a holiday weekend. I strode through the living room, in a rare but treasured clean-it-up mode whereby every unopened envelope and every spare delivery box finally gets dealt with. But before any of that was a brown sleeve that had caught my eye, finally enabling me to overcome the mental block from dealing with it all week.
This is beautiful. Wonderfully written and so present. I’m sure you’re not writing for praise, but I wanted you to know this piece made my night better. Cheers!
This is beautiful. Wonderfully written and so present. I’m sure you’re not writing for praise, but I wanted you to know this piece made my night better. Cheers!