Then my gaze falls on the picture above the fireplace.
I should have started there first.
The painting is one I made as a gift for David’s birthday one year. He loved this particular spot in an alpine meadow overlooking Lake Tahoe called Chickadee Ridge. In the winter and spring, you can go there with a handful of birdseed, and the little birdies will fly right over and perch on your outstretched hand to feed. It’s a beautiful, magical place, and the painting reflects its quiet majesty.
Of all the landscapes I ever painted when we were together, this one was David’s favorite.
I say to the painting, “You scheming piece of shit.”
A wife. And kids.
And I almost married him.
How I wish now that he would’ve fallen off the side of the mountain like I thought he did and smashed his lying h
