from the return to the Florence novel, this small moment

Monday, December 3, 2012

There were olive trees now on both sides of the road.  The air was the color of pearls and sea moss and the sometimes sudden wild purple of flowers that erupted from vines tangled in among the branches or caught in the thatched places of the wall.  Some of the stray cats that had made their way here were curled about the tree trunks, waiting for the fog to burn off, and we walked alone together, Jack and me, until a girl with a bike appeared at the top of the road and sped toward us, whooshing at accelerating speed, a skateboard tied to her back. Jack turned and watched her fly.  He stood there facing east and down, while I climbed west and high.


patti.mallett_pp said...

You've given me chill bumps - again.

Kimberley Griffiths Little said...

Oh my gosh, Beth, this is so gorgeous, I'm swooning.

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