I lived and worked in France for two years, and one of the first short stories I read while there was Amour, by Guy de Maupassant. I was struck simultaneously by the beauty, the tragedy and the mundanity of life and love from his perspective. The harshness and beauty in this story lie in our ability to take life and love for granted, even, to an extent, when they are gone. It is only upon reflection that the full weight of loss describes the full weight of our love, and our need for connection, both to nature and to each other. This piece is still a work in progress, as so many labors of love are...