It is Sunday night and I am driving my oldest son back to college after winter break. It is a strange thing, when your children begin forming lives of their own outside of your daily rhythms, when they’re waking up more mornings away from you than in the same house as you. The sky is gray. Later that night, when I am by myself and starting a fire on the patio, the sky will hold a low, pastel, tired sunset, like it’s missing someone.
Your writing is so beautiful. I love the detail you notice in mundane, everyday moments. Makes them seem considerably less mundane and infinitely more special. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Your writing is so beautiful. I love the detail you notice in mundane, everyday moments. Makes them seem considerably less mundane and infinitely more special. Thank you for sharing your gift.
Thanks for reading, Taryn.
Nice little vignette.
Thanks, David.