A New Deadline – Dreaming of a September Migration The heat of a perfect day is cooling, and the crows caw raucously as they jostle for roosting space in their trees by the stream. Iggy’s windows are still wide open, mosquito nets firmly shut, and I loll lazily...
Honey? How About We Move to Portugal? “Honey? How about we move to Portugal?” Jay – bless him – barely missed a stroke on the lunch dishes he was washing up at the sink. “Yeah, that sounds good.” The words drifted, casually, over his shoulders as he...
