Most days we walk the dogs twice: once in the morning when
the air is fresh and the sidewalks are cool, and once just before bedtime because
it improves sleep (both ours and the dogs’). For several weeks during our
evening walks, as we pass by a house northwest of our own, we’ve noticed a
neighbor sewing. In the frontmost room in her house, where I’d have put a grand
piano, she has a sewing machine. She’s pulled her blinds wide open to catch the
fading evening light, and her tabby cat supervises the work from atop the
cutting table behind her. I’m not sure what she’s making – if she has a design
wall, it’s not visible from the street – but I like to imagine she’s stitching
face masks. I feel bad that I don’t know this woman, and she doesn’t know me.
We live just a few yards away from each other, and we clearly have other things
in common.
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