No, no, not really. I was not lost in ruminations about family, or years gone by, or wistfulness for the days when everyone lived just down the street. Although,it is true, I do miss my family and wish I could see them more often, or at least for one meal a year, all together. Our Thanksgiving meal, and the whole day, was a bit odd, the best thing about it being, perhaps, a very labor intensive casserole, which was much enjoyed as today’s dinner, with enough left for tomorrow. But this evening, just as the sun was going down, we went for a nice long walk on top of the Elysian Park. It has been a while, and the dusty green of summer eased into the entrancement of the deep fall, without us knowing. Red berries, the cool and the stillness, and within a short while, glimmering of the city on the way into its evening were all magic. Strangely, I kept wishing we were actually elsewhere, some place I didn’t know, as if pretending all this were not minutes away from our house and dinner. But then, i did wonder what is to come next. Where are we going to be? Why? So different are our dreams, from month to month, year to year…And the following year will be marked with an altogether unfamiliar reality of having a child…Already I try to envision how that will shape what is necessary. The evening got thicker and thicker, and the ball players down in the park lit fires in picnic grills, looking wonderful and eerie in the dark. Autumn is so special here in Los Angeles, and this was a very precious glimpse of it. At home, it was warm, dinner quick and tasty, and the whole experience lovely enough for me to break my blog silence. Because…what if I forget?
