Somewhere down the widening road leading to autumn…with no longer time for an early morning pause…an unfettered length of morning time and conversation…somewhere, there remains the memory of the almond chocolate croissant, the creamed coffee and the silence of the house. The house, quiet as it lives its own life…the shades, the sunlight on the porch…the whir of the dishwasher and the flowers opening up at the edge of the step…
