The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
It can be scary for a contractor without the promise of work lined up after you end a gig, like a trapeze artist letting go of one swing and reaching out for the next.
It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
What little light from this, these broken clouds.
It was like I’d just discovered the scale of life, that there was more of it than I could ever consume.
This is where they’d started their family, when it was their home.