Walking I admired the way the leaves rustle under my feet. I felt hopeful as the sidewalk changed from a dark gray moistened by the rain to a brilliant yellow edged by green. Childhood always rushes back in unbounded memory when I hear the crisp leaves crush under my feet. Fall will soon crystallize in winter’s icebox. But, there is no way to preserve marriage born in Samhain. Surrounded by death and layers of masks, we were linked in change and mystery. A fire. The smell comforts me and it feels like home before I ever thought about relationships- before my father died. When my dog was still alive and slept on the rug before the fireplace. I pass the playground and I have felt half my life in an instant.
I imagine the babies swimming underwater in that movie Amelie.