The Cliffs

by J. Courtney Sullivan

David had cried once, reading an article in the Atlantic that said there were three billion fewer birds in North America than there had been fifty years earlier. He cried, but what did he, or anyone they knew, actually do, besides make a donation here or there?

The silver lining of being a total fuck-up was that you could sometimes find the grace to give others a pass for their failings. Or if not a pass, at least some understanding.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.