Motionless, they rest on top of the duvet.
Slender hands with long fingers.
Not a sign of arthritic change in their bone structure.
Tendons and veins create a unique landscape underneath the pale skin.
Hundreds of minuscule wrinkles bring a lizard to mind.
Late sunshine has tinted the interior golden.
Birds rejoice. Wind has blown the thick veils of rain aside.
Everyone is back home, anticipating the meal that takes shape under my fingers.
I hear the sound of incoming mails on our cell phones. My husband opens his. His reaction betrays his usual reserve. Against his habit, he reads out loud what his brain tries to grasp:
“Via social media, an incident in the high school might have come to your attention … “
About the author
Anja Kerstin Kuentzel,
Advanced Grief Recovery Method specialist, nature lover, photographer, and bilingual wordsmith combines her passions to offer a different perspective on life that might inspire, raise awareness or even heal.