Cold Enough for Snow

by Jessica Au

Maybe it’s good, I said, to stop sometimes and reflect upon the things that have happened, maybe thinking about sadness can actually end up making you happy.

When she was growing up, she said that she had never thought of herself in isolation, but rather as inextricably linked to others.

had one vague, exhausted thought that perhaps it was all right not to understand all things, but simply to see and hold them.

My mother looked at me and smiled, as if she was simply happy that we were in each other’s company, and to have no need for words.