Tūrangawaewae

“The Lady with the Little Dog,” from The Collected Short Stories of Anton Chekhov by Anton Chekhov

From the book: “At home in Moscow everything was in its winter routine; the stoves were heated, and in the morning it was still dark when the children were having breakfast and getting ready for school, and the nurse would light the lamp for a short time. The frosts had begun already.”



My continuation: .......... The hands and feet of each person are trembling, I felt my body as a concrete wall at the moment. We are a layered cloth ball. Breakfast felt like dinner with the breaking dawn and all the members of the family are together. One spoonful of a hot soup made by the light of their home could warm their bodies and spirits. Cars and people start passing by along the streets, ready to start a new day of life. The sun takes a peek on the windows that brightens the whole area.

Goodbye's and I Love You's are echoing.