Willow Meadows

Fireflies glide across the smooth surface of the pool and above branches of a young Bodhi tree shake as a blue jay takes flight batting its wings against the hot Texas day full across the backyard and up, up, up to perch as judge on the top branch of a leafy oak tree that’s been here much longer than us.Natsumi takes a deep breath and exhales a cloud of smoke. Her purple sundress drenched in sunlight absorbs intoxicating heat while her pale nine-generations Japanese complexion reflects around the brilliant green life dripping over flat stone banks running the brim of an oval swimming pool dug deep down into the soft fertile soil of willow meadows occupying the far southwest corner of the city Houston.

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