Alright, honey, I guess we really don’t have to talk about today too much. I did get a Frankenboot for mein foot, along with a scowling eyebrow from the physical therapist when I asked her – really – how long this would take. “Four weeks,” she said knowing I wanted the truth, “and I want you in this thing all the time, unless you’re sleeping.” It’s like she could see me plotting excuses to get out of it.
Last summer, I finally decided to make friends with the view from my room. There seemed to be so many obstacles at first – fake mullions and thick tree branches loomed across every sunny moment with their dark, unmistakable presence. My place in Verona spoiled me – I knew it, even then. I had open sky through the windows, and nothing across the way except an second-story, outdoor landing. But that was 5 years ago.
I had to remember why I started making pictures: to see the enchantment in my actual life. Soon I found that things could happen in front of this window that Verona never offered. The light is like a capricious dance partner. It gives and takes, and I have to be quite a bit luckier – and, if I’m honest, improve my camera work – to follow its lead. Now, I love the tree and its shadows, tracing out a place where something unexpected can happen. The shadows and the highlights never leave a mark. They start fresh every day. It just takes a split second- but you can see so much more in those moments.
Oh darlin’, I loved spending tonight with you, and telling you these irrelevant things, as if they might matter. I can’t see you, but I can think about you. Your wavelength tunes in and out, like distant broadcast waiting for a clear sky at night to reach my heart. I’ll be here tomorrow, dear. Nighty night.