a slice of sun

Lately, life has seemed determined to happen indoors: beneath fluorescent office lights, beneath layers of grief, beneath deadlines, obligations, phone notifications and the endless small catastrophes of ordinary adulthood.With my sister’s employer having moved offices, she now drives significantly farther to work every day. At least the new premises — perched on the fifth floor of a shiny upmarket office block — overlook a large green park threaded with paths and a narrow creek. During one lunch break, my intrepid sibling wandered down to inspect it properly. She came back so charmed that she invited Eva, The One, and me for a Sunday morning stroll there.Despite a mildly rebellious stomach, my husband was up and ready on time this morning. We bundled an absurdly excited Eva into the back of my buggy and pointed ourselves towards Lynnwood for an uncomplicated fifteen-minute drive beneath a pale winter sky.My sister and brother-in-law ran slightly late, which Eva considered a personal…