Sonya’s self-portrait is being shown at a local café. We went to the exhibition. There were a lot of young artists and families there.
Knowing that a plane leaves for Barbados in less than twelve hours, Sonya clung to Daddy. I caught a moment of them “breathing each other.”
The house will have a different pace and rhythm over the next week. I’ll miss the evenings of six-hand guitar.
We’ll be working on a huge homecoming surprise, though.