Home is where the breaking heart is
Our neighbors have a clothesline that we can see from Blair's computer. I like to watch them hanging sheets because the whole process is delicate and extremely romantic. Right now the part that I can see between a lilac tree and another that is covered in ivy is full of beaded water, which looks like glass because it is very dark today. It is beautiful and I know it will be gone tomorrow but I'm glad I have the image right now. And I guess I don't know if I'll ever see it like that again, but that doesn't make it any less worthy of documenting here and remembering in the part of my brain responsible for memories of sweet things that have to end.