Set against the backdrops of a Palm Springs resort, the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona, and the California wine country, a love story blooms between a widow and a man divorced twenty years. They met by chance at the resort where she went to scatter her husband's ashes. For him, it was love at first sight; for her the timing was too soon. But just one look was all it took to ignite the slow-burn romance that overcame the obstacles of reluctance, distance, health, and distraction. Their dreams were near fruition when the ecstasy of love's first blossoming gave way to the realities of its fulfillment, reminding us that even with the most loving care, the heartiest fruits can fall.
Sunday brings readers into her world, offering a glimpse of her candid thoughts and experience two moments of profound loss. I enjoyed her prose and the playful banter; appreciating how, despite the gap in generations between reader and writer, I could still connect to the timeless story of love, seen through the eyes of one who does not shy away from exploring the painful, yet joyous; fraught, yet fruit-bearing, alchemic paths of love and loss.