Early Sunday morning …:
While she cooked she’d looked out the window and the daffodils were blooming around the birdbath, and Henry was home, and the house was quiet, and she felt her own luck. There was Henry home and Charlie and Tommy and her house with the bird feeder and summer vacation soon and she felt her own luck at having this quiet moment, this life, this day.
~ Sharon Guskin, The Forgetting Time: A Novel
Photo: Elif Sanem Karakoc