Three Rivers, Michigan (September 2015)
Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the carpet and ran up the worn wood of the desk. I could feel it warm the metal loops of my necklace. My bare toes relished the bright sky on this early fall day, but my eyes blinked and squinted at the computer in front of me: numbers and names hovered just behind the glare on the screen. I craned my neck toward the edge of the block of light as I took another bite of peach, savoring the last juices of the summer.
In the kitchen, the coffeemaker emitted a soft, steamy sigh, and I glanced at my empty cup. Sliding my chair back, I picked up my mug and made my way toward the window. For a moment, I breathed in the blue expanse above and the streetscape below before easing the blinds across the pane.
