Friday, October 25, 2013
I remember a stand of sumac north of Nichols Street (across from my grandparents' home) in which we used to play. It was sort of a special world, a forest of sumac, away from parents and the rest of our lives. Many hours, over many years, were spent there in idle play.
At dusk Sunday I saw this beautiful stand of sumac ...
I felt compelled to enter and experience it from the inside, as I used to enjoy doing so long ago.