Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Presence Next Door
A sad thing happened at the house next to us. We weren't home longer than an hour last night when we heard a knock at the door. It was the man from down the street, who told us our next-door neighbor was killed in a paragliding accident near Pacifica. Today it's a top story in the local papers, the local news. There's something poignant (but completely expected) about having been here for five weeks and not ever having seen him, even though we were well aware of a presence next door. The huge live oak, the swing hanging from the huge live oak, the orange tree, the lights in the second story windows: these signposts of his have helped to make us feel a little at home here, as most of our windows face his front yard. Earlier today, a car pulled up in his driveway, and young children--his children?--came running out onto the grass, laughing. It's been quiet since then. The windows are dark tonight.