January 22, 2017 § Leave a comment
Grief is not a fleeting feeling. It likes settling down properly, it claims space and time and waits for all the deadlines to expire. But then it goes away, the dark veil shifts on a summer evening and it’s as if it had never been there. Another grief will come, and another, and another. And in between, the summer evenings on the coastal roads.
First published on Instagram.