my neighborhood. last night.
image by katie wintters langham.
after midnight. the middle of the road around the corner.
there and back was just a few steps through the trees,
the perfect ending to a long hard busy week.
i like the way we scooched all the chairs closer as the evening wore on.
all this after an earlier party a few blocks away. it was a day full of cakes and strawberries.
stories were told. we tried our best to understand the ones spoken with a french accent and laughed loudly at the secrets too funny not to share. there was wine and water and food served under skies that threatened to rain. there was lightning. jingle bell cat is sprawled in a spot off to the right where you cannot see him. there were dogs playing and children and music.
this morning i struggled my way awake to find katie on the back porch in rain boots and gown, wrapped in the sheerest of soft teal shawls, writing her morning pages in a notebook of the same color, the day hanging gray and misty around her. she looked like a fairy tale.