The late afternoon sunlight spilled across the living room, filling the corners and turning everything to gold. The dark wooden surfaces glowed warmly. Dust floated in the air, settling on those surfaces like tiny, glittering confetti.
The center aisle of the drug store was oddly barren. In search of Endust, I felt the reprieve: the April-to-August hiatus that fills the shelves with multicolored plastic instead of candy.
Walking home, I tucked my chin into my collar, bracing against the cold morning. But the temperatures lacked conviction, as if already resigned to the afternoon being their undoing.