A rough few months: someone always missing. Papa, K and the Boy — the family always seems divided.

Now, having them all together again, it’s a lovely way to welcome the coming summer.

In a way, it’s a whisper of what’s coming for L and me: the cool evening today, the local libation, the soft sunset all are similar to summer in Poland, where L and I will be spending several weeks once school releases. We won’t all be there: there will be someone missing from both sides, and that will cast a hue of hollowness at times. But only at times, for when we let it, joy can almost always overcome sadness.