The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion #1

by Beth Brower

But my true love is the evening walk, that last hour of daylight that has its way with sunlight, shadow, and soul.

My father had a well-loved, oft-read library. He pored over his books. He wrote in them. Scribbled on any open space with his racing thoughts. He wouldn’t let me read too many of them. “It isn’t that you couldn’t understand them, Emma,” he said. “It is only that I want you to experience them when you’re a little older, because the words will be richer for the mite of your own experience. You see? Give it another year, and you’ll be ready to pilfer the treasures.”