photo for eichler homes by ernie braun
Some combo…happy and desolate.
A certain young man is in Europe, poised for a two day exam that will set the course for his next four years. Exciting, wonderful, challenging.
Here at home it is very quiet, very still. None of that distinctive loping footfall that denotes an impatience with time and space. No rattling of cabinets and dishes and the bank vault thud of the refrigerator door at odd hours in the dark. No, “Hey, look at this! That is baller!” Or, “Have you seen my…? I can’t find the…?” No smiling emoticon appearing on my phone to signal he’s twenty minutes out from home. No piles of drawings on the dining room table, no trail of fibers or tatters of cloth (black, charcoal, or pinstripe) to his bedroom. None of the myriad of spot-on renditions of his professors’ accents in the kitchen while making dinner. No riffing with the Mister and cracking me up to the point that my nose runs.
It is very still. It is very quiet.
