Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Air Dry

Every time I passed by a window like this I hoped that the owner of the clothes would pop their head out. That would have made for a much more interesting image. But, I will settle for this. If you haven't guessed this - I am my own worst enemy and I find myself thinking that something, anything would be perfect or "even better" if _________, ____________ or _____________. For example, if the person who hung these were in the photo, I'd probably process it in black and white. I'm working on not being like this but old dog, new tricks...you know.

When we were little my sister and I would play running through the sheets that my mother hung to dry in the backyard. We would play this game where we would run and run and shout "where are you?!" and we would laugh and laugh. I've no idea why that was so funny to us...it just was. The rows of sheets and clothes seemed endless even though there were only 4 or 5 of them.

My sheets always smelled like summer and better than any dryer sheet. Our sheets were stark white because they had been bleached by the sun. No one hangs their sheets anymore..at least not in NYC or in Long Island where we grew up.

In Rome, you see this every where you go. I realize that it's likely because they don't have a dryer, can't afford one, don't have space for one, or whatever but it really does take me back to something simpler when the biggest worry of my day was whether my sister would find me first or whether I would win and tickle her until she begged for mercy.

Today's soundtrack:
The Shins - Turn on Me

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