a creature feminine

impressionistic paragraph from a sunny afternoon

Simple things arrest you. Your sister at the kitchen counter peeling
an orange. Light streaming in through the window to the right,
throwing her stark-ashed silhouette onto the porcelain white
refrigerator, shadow cut off at the wrists so you can't see what the
hands are doing – deliberate and mysterious as if practicing a
newly-written piano sonata for the first time, very slowly as in a
dream, no way of knowing if the amputated elbow is fingering the right
or left hand part, impossible to distinguish from which side
you are viewing the profile of this silent apparition of music.

posted by sayumi @ 2:11 AM