That flash of remembrance … and a gift

I’m writing to you from the reading nook off to the side of our bedroom. It’s dusk, as I write.

I’d barely sat down — was ordering a library book and then responding to a text — and I paused to look up and out the window, when I saw that the sky had suddenly been set aflame. Auburn with streaks of burnt gold illuminated my backyard, making silhouettes ou…