Here Tonight

“Well you went left and I went right
As the moon hung proud and bright
You would have loved it here tonight”

These lines are from Mumford & Son’s “Home,” a song Jim did not hear from here.

The beagles were anxious to explore their new neighborhood today, and I was eager to take my new camera with us now that my daughter has explained to me how its contents magically can be downloaded.  (Evidently I dropped the old one on cement one time too many.  It has solidified in place, its lens half-open but unseeing and immovable, like Lot’s wife looking back towards Sodom.)

I got this small point-and-shoot camera just in time to capture some last photographs outside our old home along with first pictures from where we have relocated.  I realized only after my daughter explained the magical downloading process that all 366 of the photographs I have taken with the new camera are of the outdoors–as Jim’s almost invariably were.

The day I left our old home for good and did not look back, I had taken a final shot of that persistent lone heart-shaped hydrangea on a bush Jim had planted.  It blossomed first in cornflower blue, and I was certain it soon would be joined by abundant brethren.

But two more seasons passed, and that single heart remained alone among the green.  It recently turned a Victorian red-violet as it prepared to return to sepia.

On the tiny lawn outside our new home I have placed a heaping helping of the season’s political signs.

“Think you’ve got enough signs out there?” my daughter teased me, as Jim would have.

A breeze swirled rapidly accumulating maple leaves.  From somewhere close, a smell of wood smoke hit me and I closed my eyes and breathed it in, my nose turned up as the beagles snuffled at the myriad of scents at ground level.

The light and trees were vivid.

The evening sky was baby blue and pink.

You would have loved it here tonight.

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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8 Responses to Here Tonight

  1. Ann Martin says:

    Love the pictures — so beautiful — goodby heart-shaped hydrangea, hello political signs!!!

  2. Betsy says:

    So proud of you Stephanie…really and truly

  3. Catherine says:

    Steph, you have done a great job getting through this. You continue to amaze me. I am so happy for you that you are in a new place, though I know it does not erase anything at all. I too am very proud of you!!!

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  5. gocameron says:

    and I love the yard signs, and will repeat myself on how talented your writing and photography is.

  6. Cambria says:

    Stephanie,
    That last photograph is incredible. Great job!

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