|'Hemingway' sterling silver, paper, ink, mica;|
Kathleen Faulkner; photo: David Scherrer
I look out my window at the school playground. It is empty except for the girl. I watch her swing in the hard rain, singing
Another day I work in my garden. Evening approaches and I hear the girl singing as she swings, alone
She is there often, most every day, for long periods.
I hear the swing as I write this. I look. She is there. It is getting dark now. It rains hard.
Something about it makes me sad.