10:56a.m. - 2003-12-02
subtle time, subtle place
A dusty wood jewelry box, filled with gaudy diamond neclaces and ruby rings, sat on the rust colored shag carpet. The room was occupied with cardboard boxes, some full and some half empty. Small rays of light peaked through the olive green curtains on the east side of the house. Tiny particles of dust were floating in the sunlight. The mellow sounds of Frank Sinatra streamed out of the old radio sitting on the glass table that was under the window. Although it was March, small piles of connecticut snow were still packed up tightly against the side of the small yellow house.
