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Audrey December 1, 2015

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.

I run into the post office on my way out of town, off to a staff meeting, and full-bearded Leroy is leaning on the counter talking to Sharon, the postmistress, and I need to mail a shirt priority to New York City, so I get in line behind him, then hear a voice behind me say, “I recognize who that is just by the hat,” and I know it is Audrey, and I know she means me, and I turn around and tell her that I do love this hat and have had it forever and will be very sad when it decides to up and leave me, and she takes a moment to tell me how much she loves seeing the lights on in our house at night (she lives across the street, but not in summer, when she stays at her camp on the lake, a camp that used to have paying campers and horses even, but stopped being that kind of camp some time ago, Audrey now being in her 80s), and I know what she means about the lights, because I too find it a comfort to look out the front door and see her lights and Dorothy’s lights and Martha and Thom and Emily’s lights (I would mention Lynda’s lights too but cannot see them out the front door, only from my living room side) and to know that we are all here close to each other, and it has been my heartbreak these past couple of weeks to stop on my stairway’s landing and look out and see a rectangle of darkness where Laura and Chris and Gigi’s lights used to be, used to always be, even in the middle of the night when I could still glimpse the light they left on all the time, but Laura and Chris and Gigi have moved and darkness dominates that patch of space, especially now, in autumn’s gloaming, as we squint and stumble toward solstice and fumble for light, so I know exactly what Audrey means, and we talk about it, and then she says, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, that she is thankful for the post office, where all we neighbors can run into each other just like this.


1. lynda - December 1, 2015

I also know exactly what Audrey means. It warms my heart to think of our wonderful community while I read this. And I, too, stare at the blackness up the hill…:(

2. Craig R. Smith - December 1, 2015


3. guacachocolatte - December 1, 2015

Another one-sentence masterpiece. I really hope one day you gather these up and make a book out of them.

And I so like the word “gloaming”…

4. Mali - December 4, 2015

Beautiful! Heart-breaking but beautiful. I like Helen’s suggestion too.

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