Kate sat looking out her apartment window above Main Street. At 82, Kate was tired. She didn’t really want to do anything. If the kids came over, that was fine, but she didn’t cook for them and didn’t want them there long enough to make a mess for her to clean.
Her knees, riddled with arthritis, hurt so bad; sitting here, looking out the window was her favorite thing to do. Today the painters were out there. A long time ago, her husband was a painter. She lifted the sill a crack to listen to their banter and closed her eyes.
This week’s photo: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields