A picture I took with a camera that was handed to me; at a party celebrating a friends 10th wedding anniversary.
Fresh pressed tablecloth, the cluster of candles & flow of light. Wine as crisp and red and flavorful as the picture suggests.
Intersections; angles of seams pressed in cloth.
Reach in. Have a drink. Stay.
The two women off camera right, one of them was the owner of that glass of wine (nothing here is staged).
They were in their late 30’s / early 40’s. Educated, probably professionals of some type, or married to professionals.
Moms for sure. But able to still dress up & be mistaken for younger, unless you listen to their voices.
You can hear maturity as surely as you can feel an elevator shoot you helplessly upwards through a high-rise. 21st floor, 30th floor, 40th floor… Ding…. welcome to right now.
But yes, back to the wine.
When I was handed the camera, I felt awake again in a strange way. I kept firing off pictures in hopelessly low light conditions.
The pictures/pixels were unimportant, but looking at things somehow mattered again. Listening mattered. The conversation & the crowd on the dance floor- mattered.
I’ve never written a goodbye post here, even as other responsibilities have crushed/overwhelmed the time I used to spend blogging.
Overwhelmed by tiredness, overwhelmed by work/dad/life- sleep was all that mattered. But RZ has been sleeping though the night for the past month.
and I think I might be waking up again.
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