Too Long
I was excited to escape our gilded cage of brick and glass: the winter had been too long, the “stay-at-home orders” had been too long and our home had begun to grow too small. Out came the sunglasses, sunscreen, notebooks, pens, cushions, blankets and a hot water bottle; well it’s still England after all. As I marked a crisp white page with ink, the warm sun filtered gently through the cream cloth of the umbrella onto my pale caramel hands.