A few clippings from us
A borrowed umbrella
A sudden downpour, one umbrella, and two strangers walking very slowly so it wouldn’t end. It rained for an hour. We talked for five.
The long way home
A road trip up the coast with a questionable playlist and no real plan. Somewhere past the third farm stall, we knew.
A question, casually
No drone, no flash mob — just a kitchen, burnt toast, and a question that had been waiting a while. She said, obviously, yes.
