Maturenl 24 12 14 Dana Levy Breakfast With My S... -

“So,” she says to the quiet. “Tell me how you’ve been.”

The kitchen smells of toast and tea, familiar as breath. Outside, a Newfoundland winter presses against the window—gray, patient, full of stories. Dana sets two places: one for herself, one for the absence she carries like a second cup. Her son left years ago for Alberta. Her mother’s chair is empty now, too. MatureNL 24 12 14 Dana Levy Breakfast With My S...

And in the pause that follows, the house answers: with the tick of the clock, the creak of the floorboards, the soft rattle of the kettle resettling on the stove. This is breakfast with my shadow—the ritual of remembering not as grief, but as grace. “So,” she says to the quiet

For now, here’s a brief creative sketch based on the fragment: familiar as breath. Outside