Anemochory
There have been 10 summer goodbyes since that first Briar Haven drop off. The last nine didn’t matter much. This one: It’s a syrupy July night — morning, technically, close to 2 a.m.. It’s just Mary and me, driving along in the 2009 Rav4 that makes concerning sounds when I brake; a thumpda-dump-dump beat that’s … Read more