The Dark, Quiet Hours
Do you remember when we were young, and the world seemed simple? When play outweighed work in our life balance. We were giddy with delight, snowed in together, reveling in all of our short wintertime’s possibilities of coziness and adventure, sipping hot chocolate in the igloo we built. Do you remember the tricks we learned on the monkey bars in recess and the seemingly endless games of The Ground is Lava and Tag we played? Or the time we spilled oil paint that was supposed to be for a jungle on our classroom wall all over our classroom floor? The obstacle courses we would build for ourselves, racing through the apartment, the magic shows we would put on and all the delicious things we would bake. Do you remember the games of sardines we’d play, all cramming into a tiny hiding place and bursting into laughter when the last person found us? And the letters we used to write to each other, sending them from one city to the other in the hands of your sister, chronicling our da...