Nice
She’s a nice woman with frail bones. She still cuts her own grass, and the other day I saw her trying to do a cartwheel on the freshly cut lawn. It didn’t quite work, but she tried a couple of times. Eventually she lay down and looked up at the sky. She lay there for quite a long time. I was almost beginning to worry about her. She is my next-door neighbor after all. I opened the upstairs window to call over to her, but then I realized that she was actually singing, singing in the faintest of voices, grasshopper-like.
Photo credit: Ashley Rose
Sad, touching and uplifting story.
Splendid.
This is a lovely thing to read on a summer morning.