Night Girl

Let me tell you about a terrible tragedy which has recently befallen me. (Not actually terrible, don’t be worried.)

I’ll begin by explaining that when we first moved to the farm two years ago, I learned that Olive was eligible to take the bus to school. As I digested this information, I started thinking about how much I’d miss walking to school with her each morning and home with her each afternoon.

We spent four years doing that when we lived in Calgary, walking hand-in-hand through rain and sun and freezing snowstorms— thick gloves in the winter, palms sweaty in the blooming heat of late June.