Old windows

DSCF0467

As I look at my front yard from inside
I see the garden and children on scooters
growing.
I blur.

The man told me today that

my windows are old.

New is better looking and more energy-efficient, he said.

My grandmother’s house had blue-trimmed windows, and white-washed walls.
Those days I used to spent under the grapevines
with the thickest books in the library,
and in crystal clarity.

A time long past.
So long past that
I am starting to doubt
its veridicality.
After all, just because
something is old
it is not necessarily better.
Although the Gouda in my refrigerator
will beg to differ.

Slide and release the power switch to wake.

The sun seeps through sheer white fabric
and makes shadows on the screen of my e-book reader.
Chirpy voices.

Calm.
I slide and I release.
I close my eyes.
Each day
new,
and better,
if of debatable energy-efficiency.

(This post is the result of a Mystery Ending writing challenge from the Daily Post, in which I was challenged to participate by my friend Charity of Imperfect Happiness. Go and read her very thought-provoking post on the unfair rules we teach girls “for their own safety.”)

4 thoughts on “Old windows

  1. Beautiful post, Lori. Old windows memories that blow through them like draughts. The wind is older, even, than us. (Just hope it doesn’t smell like old cheese;)

    1. Old-cheese smelling wind! Great! How does your mind work, woman? Here I am making an effort to create beautiful imagery, and then you bring up the smelly cheese! Not nice! 🙂

  2. Beautiful post, Lori. Old windows memories that blow through them like draughts. The wind is older, even, than us. (Just hope it doesn’t smell like old cheese;)

    1. Old-cheese smelling wind! Great! How does your mind work, woman? Here I am making an effort to create beautiful imagery, and then you bring up the smelly cheese! Not nice! 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Time limit is exhausted. Please reload CAPTCHA.