Crossing the Border
A light orange hue was inching across top floors of a building opposite our house while the chirping of birds hiding somewhere in an oak tree in the backyard was drowning out traffic noise. I knew she would be back any minute from her run, so turning away from window and taking my hands out of pockets went into kitchen to make coffee. Putting the cups on a round bare wooden table in the lounge, sat down and began thinking about the past month. While life hadn't been easy for us, especially...