June

沿湖而行，将离未离的一刻，回头所见，不过是水面余霞与一阵微风。
风带着寒意，衣领不自觉收紧。
那一瞬，没有言语，只剩光与风在湖面流动。

We stroll along a small path surrounded by a wooden fence in New Hope Park. The path forms a half-circle around an inclined grassy slope with a shallow pond nestled within. I noticed that a section of the wooden fence has recently fallen to the ground—it wasn’t like this a few days ago. My husband…

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,…

I’m sitting on a sofa, glimpsing through the window the clear blue sky with some puffy clouds. One big white cloud is forming over the fir trees, shaped like a large pig, and then slowly drifting westward. After a while, the sky darkens but instantly brightens. The fir branches swing in the breeze. Inside the…