Klempner
The view is restful. Living in Mitch's small apartment, hidden away from the world, does...
... I suppose...
... constitute 'domestic bliss'. But that's at night. For much of the day, we spend our time in the main family home of Jenny's Triad.
The women chatter and gossip. The men alternate between business and banter. One or other of the babies always needs attention...
It's exhausting.
But when it comes to it, that's not the root of my problem.
Retreating from noise and activity and 'family-fun' to the sanctuary of the terrace, I let the view wash away the anxiety gnawing at the back of my mind.
It's always the waiting...
Give me action and some lunatic with a gun every time...
Stay calm...
Mist curls over the lake far below. On the slopes close by, every blade of grass is etched with a rime of frost that will thaw to dew when the sun crests the mountain. Further down, the individual blades meld into a smooth sheet of silver that merge into haze and water.