Late Thursday, I'm tired after a long drive down from Chicago – the last two hours through a rainstorm – and I'm ready for bed.
Last night was the first night of Passover; my sister-in-law and her family held it at their home in Evanston. A lot of pictures, but this one appealed to me. For just a few moments the evening sun shone through onto the table and set all the water glasses glowing.
Rather magical I thought, and it suited the evening. It was one of the best seders I've attended. Congenial company, a thoughtful reading of the Haggadah and lovely food.
It's the only feast of the year where we take a good long time to eat. It reminds me of how uncivilized we have become in our embrace of fast food.