days ago, the neighbors cut down their fig tree whose foliage had been our curtains since we moved in. we had felt so safe and tucked away, as if always in a tree house.
but nature's drapes have been drawn and we make a new acquaintance: light.
"i believe it's time for houseplants, my dear."
sunbeams push through clouds like eager passengers late for a train, stuck in the crowd. and i sit at the table looking out my new well-lit window.
