“As we close out the 3rd week of June (terribly hard to believe) I feel as if I should be making the most of each day and every ray of sunshine that casts itself down on Prague. I can feel myself resisting winter with each day that passes and drags me closer to the gray, central European doldrums like an undertow . . .”
I laid there, beneath my layered down-feathered blankets listening to the sound of the coffee maker begin to perk. Without my glasses the room radiated a copper-amber hue. The house was church-mouse quiet, unlit fire, no one was up yet. . .