I love not only the simplicity, but how it sounds, as if it should be put to music.
There’s a prewar townhouse I love a few blocks from me.
It’s beautifully kept without toying with any of its old-world charm. A handsome man, always in a crisp white button-down, keeps it that way. When I told him how much I loved the house, he said, how much the owners would appreciate that.
At Christmas they hang the most magnificent silver bell that’s so large, it could probably be seen in Jerusalem, and on Halloween, an imposing black cat, I swear, meows.
This morning as I went past, on their pristine steps, sat a long leaf…gold, perfect in shape, reminding me of my mother’s famous pickle dish packed and displayed on every holiday.
I picked it up.
When about to cross the street, a young Muslim man was coming the other way, so in the predawn light, stopped and gave it to him.
He took it, held it gently, smiling, before carefully putting it in his bag as though it were a precious jewel.
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