Warm Memory

Last night, while reading my current novel, the author was describing the physique of one of the main characters, a professional ballerina. She, the author, talked about the stark angles of the ballerina's body-- her knobby joints, her gaunt, chiseled face and neck. And, boom, there she was, Darlene Ledgette, a long time childhood buddy of my older sisters. 

When she'd stop by to visit, I can remember the warm feeling she'd exude, encompassing all in her vicinity. It was like sitting in the gentle warmth of the sun, on a coolish spring day. Yeah, like that. That's it. That's the memory. 

Love, K