The steps were dismantled this fall.
Gathered on our own steps, we talked of her. Hair, all shades of brown, failing down her back in ripples. Uniqueness in dress, conversation, and ideas.
Incredible jangling mobiles and whimsical weather vanes she created. Neon whirligig toys given the neighbourhood kids.
Magical wooden staircase coming together. Hand railings wrapped in intricate vines. Tiny creatures and fairies peaking out between the balusters. Exotic flowers blooming on the newel posts. Each step a different journey, a “tao” she said.
Her family had her taken away. Just before her staircase came alive again in Spring.
@ phylor 2015; photo: © Lauren Moscato