Wednesday, May 25, 2011
It is cooler today, with a light rain. Inside, the house smells of freshly baked bread. Outside, the breeze brings the scents of rain and lilacs. I've been gathering up my sewing for Sunday, when some of the girls are going with me to help take photos for my portfolio. I like looking at the fabric, lying in a heap, all the colors together. It's been an idyllic, dreamy sort of day. I've been alone since Aaron left for work, and it's been one of those days when I think sometimes I will forget how to speak. The silence goes so deep that I don't like to break it. In a moment I will leave for class and there will be music, life, movement, laughter. That is a dream of a different kind. Just as pleasant, but as alien to this other as the fresh-baked bread to the lilacs and rain.