Catching up on housework while the Internet and phones aren't working. Keep glancing at the router to check if service is back. Resume dish-washing.
We're side-by-side on the couch, our legs pressed together beneath a staticky blanket.
Fairy lights, purple skies, an evening chill.
We speak through scarves, our voices smothered.
After services in the synagogue, a boy and his father take turns being rabbi and cantor. When it's the boy's turn to be the rabbi, his father asks for a speech or some wise words about the week's Torah portion. "L'Chaim, L'Chaim, L'Chaim!" the boy says.
The quivering gray-brown rocks on the reservoir are ducks.
Kids run up and down the synagogue aisles. The space for prayers is also one for play.