I was waiting in the car while Schuyler was finishing a tennis lesson, and noticed that the twilight view from my parking spot was especially pretty. Houses on the hill
light up one by one; a pale
moon shines through the clouds.
A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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