Walking to a swimming lesson late at night through the neighborhood passing by SUVs and owners climbing out of them and the occasional sprinkler. I'm in the kids pool at the Y and it's filled with the echoes of screeching children and squeaky flip flops. This girl is demonstrating how if you crouch down under the water and stay there you can die. Nobody dies
Finding someone's smashed Iphone 5 on the floor in the sitting room next to a bundle of just-washed marroon socks in the corner next to a wooden chair with a rattan seat just like the one in the Van gogh's Chair painting.
Shuffling back and forth between the bedroom to the kitchen a pot of beans is on the stove in the 70's style house where the floors are terra-cotta colored stone tiles framed in a criss-cross of dirty grout, and there's that musty curtain ruffle above the windows. I was trying to make sure all the doors are closed before I take a shower, but I kept running into people. The doors were painted teal, forest green, and brown. The murky corner of the spectrum.
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