The privilege of being here together

A girl and her dog

Four days after the equinox

and dusk takes a little longer to dissolve into darkness; the air is full of familiar scents 

and every few feet I find myself entering still another memory of another spring.

The ten thousand sorrows, the ten thousand joys:

My sister has a farm:

I fall somewhere in between

I like the way my Mom and my niece seem to share an understanding of the world while 

I float somewhere in between them, feeling neither young nor quite ready to be old. 

The afternoon was a movie that went on and on, the film never slipping off the reel.