Old Pitcher | East Wenatchee, WA | 2015
This old pitcher weighs heavy with memories: Cool water for landscapers stripping monster ivy from our trees, iced tea for goodbyes to friends leaving town, fruity sangria for the dinner party where Pat (shellfish allergy) spit out cioppino. Waiting in a dim corner of the kitchen counter, the pitcher seems bottomless, ready for more occasions to quench, soothe, excite. Sometimes my gaze lingers at its mouth, an inviting void, while I study its dark mystery, while tea water on the stove rises to boiling.