with his words that I will never forget.
Other weeks, the roles were reversed. I would vent about the stresses of my job, my failed relationships, and my anxieties about the future. Ezra never judged; he simply listened with a quiet, observant intensity. He had a way of making my modern problems seem small and manageable against the backdrop of a life well-lived.
There were also the quiet Sundays, the ones where we didn’t say much at all. We would sit in comfortable silence, watching the birds at the feeder
