The mountains had moved closer overnight. They always did that. All summer they sat politely at the edge of things, blue and decorative, allowing the valley to pretend it had room. Then September sharpened the air, stripped the haze away and brought their faces forward until the village seemed less built than caught between the… Continue reading Autumnal
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Stone Bridges
Anna had announced at six that it was warm. By six-thirty she had put on a cardigan, taken it off, sworn at it, and put it back on as a political compromise. The Swedish beach house sat low among pines and pale rocks, all clean lines and smug timber, looking out over water that sparkled… Continue reading Stone Bridges
