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October 09, 2005
My Sister's Twin
I am sitting out on my little patio, thoroughly enjoying weather that couldn't be more amiable. We are upstairs, so the tops of the trees are rustling, flitting, and dancing in the breeze. I keep getting whifs of what smells like fresh laundry and flowers. It reminds me of my Aunt Diana's house-- it always smells like clean linen, one of my favorite scents.
Autumn is coming. (A little later here than in other places; LA is so stubborn). One of our neighbors has a freshly carved pumpkin on their patio railing. It's smiling happily out at everyone who passes by; not one of those mal-intentioned gourds. I could be perfectly content just to sit here all evening. The dishwasher is humming away-- swish-swish-SHAW, swish-swish-SHAW, swish-swish-SHAW-- and every now and then an airplane goes by. The ice cream truck is playing "It's a Small World" in the neighborhood across the street.
My sister recently wrote about her experience out on her porch (A combination of two entries: 1 and 2). Some people look out at the moon and think of their sister far away, but I like to find myself in the same types of places where she would be. That's how I feel connected to her. Both of us sitting on our patios, dreaming about Nevada City in October, hot mulled cider, trick-or-treaters, and cozy jackets. I love you Kate.
-Lib
Posted by libbystokes at October 9, 2005 02:45 PM