“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said, almost convincing myself.
“You lie…” she replied, though not without irony, giving me the eye. “Remember when people used to say that?”
I did. And I remembered being young once. I know it happened. Maybe for an instant, like a Taos summer, or somewhat longer, like the time it takes to get over a cold. That short recess, without an ounce of self-reflection. It seemed as if I’d been reflecting ever since, instead of doing…
Her hair was beautiful, her face relaxed and soft. She was so healthy, the light emanating from her toes was bright enough enough to blind.
I sat up straighter, thinking nothing for a change, and a little shadow fell away. Though not completely satisfied, she must have noticed and been marginally reassured. The question died. Her eyes dropped back to crossword puzzle depth. A raven croaked in the distance. I realized I’d been sitting in the sun for half an hour without getting burned—my God, it really must be fall!
The seasons slap me in the face now. It’s like I’m falling through the trees. I just want one thing before my carcass tumbles to the ground.
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