- The early morning light coming through the window strikes the paper towel, giving it an ethereal, ghostly, beauty. The plastic baby cup glows like stained glass.
- The round warmth of Y.'s head, nestled between my shoulder blades. I didn't want to move the Ergo to the back, because I love the intimacy of her snuggling against my chest, but the new position has its own closeness.
- Time everywhere, on this birthday outing. Watches in all the windows, reflected in infinite regress in the mirror.
- The strange juxtaposition of characters that you only see in Jerusalem. the man dressed in a traditional bekeshe of a Yerushalmi Hasid, combined with flipflops worn over socks and a cowboy hat, efficiently downing a huge yogurt, while an elderly woman in a long skirt and hair covering plays like a concert pianist.
- The sometimes hyper-clarity of the faces on buses. The pensive beauty of the woman by the window, shining out between the changing formations of people that block my view of her.
view of her
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