Sitting, part 14

in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011


The clouds are tinged pink against a light denim blue sky. To the right, the sky is white-blue. Clouds already fading to salmon.


Now the clouds have lost all color so I can’t see where they end and the sky begins.


The kids are going inside, one by one.


The trees look tired. New growth pushes off the like oak leaves. I smell the yellow pollen.


Today, my daughter said, speaking of her summer schedule, “I’m not as strong as I think I am.”


Me, too, honey. Me, too.