Descriptive Journal Entry #12
9/2/18 —
The sky is blank-faced and pale, off-setting the silhouetted green and ruffled pink flowers of the crape myrtles lining the sidewalk. An older asian woman with the usual plain bob and thin body saunters by in baby blue track pants and a tan vest. She pushes her glasses up absent-mindedly. A while later a younger asian woman on the other side of the street, straight black hair in a pony tail, walks by, leading with her hips, with a casual swinging of her arms. She looks to be in some in-between stage of evolution between her younger self and the inevitable bob-headed older form. She wears thick rimmed glasses, a quilted burgundy vest, but the earbuds and phone in her hand tie her, like an odd umbilical cord, to her youth. The bright green tangle of tomato plants covers much of the scene outside. Not much to see besides the neighbors’ brick-walled house, a flat grey-blue street and a tan car parked in the front in which Ms. Lopez can usually be seen sitting for hours and hours. Or, once in a while, she hoists herself out with her walker and the helping hands of her husband. A sculpture of a deer watches intently.
