Monthly Archives: May 2015

A Morning in Porto

15205484855_f79a646fba_zIt’s Saturday morning and I hear the sounds of Porto outside the hotel window. The city greets a new morning, while you burrow further under the duvet. I open the curtains further and look out. A bicycle and rider zip past at break-neck speed, half airborne over the cobbles, heading downhill toward the Douro river. I smile into the cool morning air.

I hear you roll over behind me. “You’re awake.” It sounds half accusation, half disbelief. Continue reading A Morning in Porto

Crack the Sky

Heavy rains falter; the promenade is awash with the runoff of deluge. Soggy bike tires hum, squeegee forward. Before us the sun explodes forth, cracking the sky. A last evening ride in la Cota d’Azur.

With the smell of rain and sea and the golden light reflecting above and below, there is closure.  Moods rise and fall as melodies, delightful to dark, back again. Continue reading Crack the Sky

Built for Three

Sometimes I need to be more skeptical of adults. But I wasn’t when Mom texted me to pick up my sister Jasmijn.

‘Sure,’ I texted back. It was no big deal to ride back along the beach. I might see Willem, hanging out on the strand.

Something my sister said earlier didn’t click until I rounded the corner. Noa, her best friend, was staying at our place. I stopped, and we all exchanged a look. Continue reading Built for Three

After the Prom

Time moves erratically. At points so swift, we lose our way in the moment, a ephemeral blur. At others, it eddies and curls, babbling and rippling, casting echoes across a lifetime.

That night after the prom, son, you brought your date, Lucy, into our diner—your faces glowed. Together you created a sense of wonder, hope, happiness. Time bent back, stilled around an old, forgettable counter. Continue reading After the Prom