Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Spring Banquet in Cleveland
It feels nice to slow down, and sink into a little group portrait like this. I can go table to table and see their faces. I can almost smell the perfume in their wool coats and hear that rolling wave of blended voices. They felt happy and elegant, or sad and anxious, but they smiled anyway. They were us before we got here. We are us, but we’re just leaving.