My cousin just sent me this picture, and it's perfect. This is how I see her in my mind. I don't think people are the same as she was... she just felt different. Somebody asked me recently about her home, Bailey, the family home... I didn't know how to describe it, because the way one usually describes places just doesn't work when describing Bailey... it was everything good, everything I miss. The light and the air always felt soft and heavy, the air smelled of clover, magnolia and sweet musty old pears. There was a garden in the back and soft wet grass, a porch of cold green peelypainted cement, and a train that passed by across the road. Nothing was hectic there, time felt irrelevant.
4 comments:
i remember. i was only there twice, i think, but it's stuck with me.
Oh. Miss her so.
Oh, Claire, that picture went so straight to my heart. That's exactly how I remember her too.
you captured it.
Post a Comment