August

I am sitting at home the next day, looking at pictures of us and remembering the good times. Last evening, we dined with my husband’s high school classmate, who, along with her husband, drove from Washington, DC, to visit her best friend in a nursing home in Durham. After warm hugs, we stepped into Shiki-Sushi,…

“See! A black snake!” After someone’s cry, we trotted through the gentle grassy slope. The soft grass blades brushed against my legs while I dashed with others. Today was our field trip class. We were visiting Duke Garden in the sunshine under the guidance of our teacher Vicki. We soon gathered around the slim black…

She walks slowly along the shore and glimpses a white crane standing still in the water, its feathers pure as snow. At times it bows its head to fish, sending ripples across the surface; at times it remains motionless, like an unfinished sketch.

In early May, the strawberry farm spills over with glowing hues. Clusters of berries, plump and ripe, bask in the warm sun’s rays, soaking up its essence. This is the time for picking strawberries. As I stroll through the verdant fields of the strawberry farm, the scent of sweetness fills the air, inviting me to…

When I sat outside the coffee shop, a sparrow flew down onto the chair in front of me. It perched with its back to me, its head darting around. I immediately picked up my phone to capture the moment. I hadn’t been here in a few weeks, and the road outside was under repair, the…