Timothy Daly
Two Years Later
Before the bridge on my way to the gym, there is an unassuming river that nobody else seems to notice. In the summer of 2024, before I moved here from France, I stopped here for the first time to contemplate a magnificent, solitary heron. Though the river keeps flowing, he is still here, and now I am too. I think of the ways I have changed, and all the ways that I haven’t, since I last saw him.
12-week scan…
a beating heart
reminds me
that this was
the right choice
About the Author
Timothy Daly writes, edits, and researches from a small town in Italy.