30×40 oil on canvas
My family is joined on our front porch in the middle of Texas, a summer’s eve with hardly a breeze. Miz. Elliott and Jaden, from my mother’s side, our aunt and uncle, have just come for a visit. Jaden is a recognized fisherman of leisure and not the carpenter he professes to be, and she the perfect saint. They bring with them a most wonderful gift, an ice-cold, yellow-meated water-melon, one we have waited for since early afternoon.
In dark, two red-yellow tracers, lighted cigarettes, write signatures in empty spaces near from where we sit. And outward, beyond the horizon, heavenly stars canvas the blue-black heavens; a bright, full yellow moon inches its way towards infinity. Fireflies, those fairies that carry lighted lanterns, flicker gold among the trees and along the lane out in front of our house.
Excerpt from Steps: A Memoir