I watched the red tail lights move down the block until they turned East at the end of our street. The dark was that of night, but the traffic was less at 5.40 am. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a couple walking down the middle of my street, following in the path of those lights. “What a peaceful time to walk,” I thought, and then remembered the hour. Continue reading
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This melody
My daughter sleeps in my arms. I sit in the in the timeless modern rocking chair from my infancy, singing Leaving on a Jet Plane and Hebrew folk songs from my childhood. Continue reading