Memoir Mondays with Two Wriitng Teachers
Tuvia showers and I move around my apartment, pinching myself as the sunshine streams in. It’s cold outside but we just need to see the sun, after a series of gloomy, cloudy, rainy, days, we need sunshine.
When we traveled in Norway, I remember wondering how I could survive without sunshine as they do every year during the winter when they live in long days of darkness. It’s a beautiful country but gloomy.
As a kid I took lots of things for granted. I lived in the Catskills and ignored the mountains I could see from my bedroom window. As an adult, an older adult, I try and take nothing for granted, like the call I need to make to my parents in just a few minutes.
And Sunday breakfast, my greatest pleasure. It’s usually just OJ, cereal and coffee, but it’s a celebration in this apartment, shared with Tuvia after he showers and just before he’s off to check in at his place for a few hours.
I don’t know that this piece makes much sense. I’m letting the photo inspire the words.