Like passing through the atmosphere and trying to see outside the plane, but it’s hard to make out anything below or know when we’re going to land.
We didn’t move to the beach for that, we moved there to postpone growing up for one more summer.
A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.
I was 25 and alone. I didn’t have a car or plans on the weekends. I got up and made coffee and went out for the day.
I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
Just like it always did, the spring came back.
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.