Tuvia and I stopped by to see Eileen and Andy on the way home. She lives in a country house on land, in the woods. You can always hear the sounds of water even if you aren’t listening hard.
In the summer, out on the screened porch, we share in her heaven. A glass of wine, some sharp cheese, a glowing candle, soft soul of Aretha, sharing lives.
I can’t wait for July.