Humming


This morning after Brendan left – very early – to take the first written exam in his series of maturit√© exams, I decided to be really decadent and go back to bed for a few minutes. Marc was in the bathroom getting ready for his day –¬† humming and humming and humming.

No recognizable tune, just a series of little contented-sounding hums.

It reminded me of a passage I read yesterday in What I Loved” by Siri Hustvedt.

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