After Kit’s graduation party was over yesterday, everyone chipped in and put everything away. Weeks of preparation–the heavenly aroma of summer grilling, naan griddling, and mango tea seeping–and the lovely vases of wildflowers dressing every table covered in a vintage cloth, old church chairs all around . . . and then only the balloons were left . . . what did I want done with them, they asked.
Nothing. Leave them right there. Forever.