Huntswille, Middle Fork, August 2026
Generally, life is good.
My father taught me to swim in the Baltic Sea, where our family spent the summer in the small Lithuanian seaside town of Palanga.
That same summer, I was given a "Shkolnik"—a bicycle designed for boys—and my father taught me to ride it, showing me how to swing my leg over the saddle just like a boy would.
Our memories... We need them to live; they are our fuel, warming us from within.
I saw him in the window and the glass became a border between worlds. On my side: traffic and noise. On his side: silence, blue light, concentration so deep it seemed gravity had thickened around him.