She holds the photo between the fingers of her left hand and turns it over in search of a date and a place. She straightens in her chair and runs the fingers of her right hand along the side of her head, pushing wet hair back off her face.
The young woman in the photo stares straight into the camera, smiling softly as she leans back atop the old stone wall. Her eyes are bright and full of life, her face smooth and relaxed showing none of the lines of strain that will come later. The sun in the photo is bright but it’s clearly a cold day as the woman on the wall wears a heavy black sweater pulled tightly up around her neck. The woman holding the photo turns it over again, then again. But there’s no indication of when or where it was taken. It arrived in the mail that morning with a simple card and message: ‘Found this today in a favorite old book. So many memories! Your friend, T.’ The woman holding the photo looks up from her dining room table and catches her reflection in the mirror. She leans back, smiles softly, her eyes grow bright. She returns her gaze to the photo, and remembers that day.
I do too.
I love this!!