“From a small river island in the California delta, where I grew up. I just arrived to see my parents for the first time since the Covid-19 pandemic separated us.
I’m in an open field behind a bright, red barn. The breeze is strong and smells like old pine cones heated up by the midday sun. There’s a jet overhead, and the neighbors’ menagerie of dogs, peacocks and horses. And the afternoon songs of birds owned by no one. “