Hospitality










In the youth of the Midwestern autumn, in the sweet-smelling and the golding warmth, I sleep on Nuch's sofa and then on the left side of her bed. She lays a spread to share with me before her afternoon classes. Dried figs and blueberries, coconut milk with molasses...

She is living on the ground floor of an old Victorian, a cool and shaded space where they have tacked two-yard cuts of fabric over their door frames in place of doors. When they open the windows, the house is filled with their drifting.

2 comments:

zoe (and the beatles) 3/18/2012 3:43 PM  

is that steam coming off the coffee/tea cup in the last photo?

Holly 3/18/2012 5:51 PM  

Zoe - That long pale line? Nay, 'tis one of the curtain-doors.

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