My Granddaughter Whispered Grandpa Do Not Go Home Until I Realized What She Had Heard

of cedar and coming rain, the sky a pale, considered gray that could resolve into sunshine or a downpour with equal probability. I had driven Margaret to the airport for what she called a wellness retreat. Five days in Kelowna. Yoga, hiking, hot springs. She had been talking about it for weeks with a quiet enthusiasm that I now recognized as the enthusiasm continue reading …