Levity
When I forget that it is both, levity is lost, and all I can see is the stark contrast of my heart which never was meant to have defined edges.
About the photo
On the island in northern Michigan where my husband grew up, there is a restaurant in the woods that looks like a grand version of the three bears’ house, where Goldilocks might sit down at a wooden table in a carved wooden chair and eat something just right. It’s a bit dark inside, the kind of place that is especially magical on a rainy day, and the old wooden floorboards are painted with red hearts, worn and imperfect. We took our families there this summer, a few days before the solstice, and that afternoon was my favorite day in June.