Memory

holding on more than 50 years

1973, give or take, about 6 years old maybe 7.

Getting in fights and having crushes.

In the suburbs.

Next door two daughters.

One my age the other older, maybe 10 years older, 16, 17?
Maybe 18:

Before sunrise in the hour before it I’m looking through my window, she told me.
The light, indescribable.

You can’t, it’s like nothing else.
The sky.

The deepest blue and at a moment a spark of green.
I peer into it.

You should too.
Look.

I recognized a second thing.

She took the moment to tell me.
I’d never spoken with her before and never since.