Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The headlights catch a cluster of rogue calla lilies outside of a fence.  I drive in the dark to morning sitting at McGowan house.  Puddles, wet leaves, full moon playing with the moving clouds.  When I return home in the morning light there are calla lilies in many yards.  Not so special after all.

Late in the afternoon I sit and read in the sunny spot on my front porch. My  elderly neighbors walk by.  They walk up and down the street for 30 minutes in the afternoons.  They walk and talk.  He walks faster and she lags behind and then they are together again.  I should get up and walk but I don’t, I sit and read until the shade of the oak trees pulls away the warmth of the sun.