Monday, December 1, 2014

December 1


After a breakfast of leftover pie we headed to school subdued, as we always are upon returning from a holiday, blinking like moles as the sun rose and then glittered blindingly on the sheen of snow lightly blanketing everything. In the car we've been listening to All the Light We Cannot See, a continuous juxtaposition of darkness and light; this morning I realized what an advent story it is, if ever there was one.


I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and when I saw the produce clerk stocking grapefruit from Texas and leafy satsumas, I felt like cheering.

Happy December.

3 comments:

house on hill road said...

That book was my favorite read of the year! I want to read it again, but haven't jumped in. Maybe the audio version is what I need.

JRA said...

Loved this book and the 13 year old is reading it right now...might have to listen to the audio version on my morning run tomorrow.

Lecia Phinney said...

Erin: Mine too, no doubt about it!

JRA: His storytelling is exquisite; I'm in awe of how much is wrapped into those pages. Definitely worth a second go.