*Kiona*

On the way to the cottage, we had decided to eat first, then see to his wound. We are halfway through breakfast when the storm arrives. I shouldn't have been grateful for the rapid pattering against the roof and windows that will delay our leaving. But I am glad the rain falls in heavy sheets and brings with it the crash of thunder and shattering lightning.

It is an aspect of the cottage that I love best. The way it welcomes the rain and makes me feel tucked in and safe. My father's residences are too large. I could stand in the middle of one and never even know...