Just before her husband was given orders for his second deployment, she moved into a rental in Slidell, Louisiana. Unbeknownst to her, this was the biggest house she would ever rent. It was a four bedroom. And this was before children and the addition of more pets, before her husband left the Army and searched for a civilian job, two years before Katrina would come ashore and devastate New Orleans.
They’d finally moved out of base housing and she was thrilled to have a real, actual neighborhood, with cute picket fences and thick paved sidewalks, where she could walk her small dog. Back then the dog was young and loved to run. This was before the dog ate too much and incurred joint problems and preferred to lounge belly up on the sofa. The couple was thrilled to be out of the desert and next to some water – Lake Pontchartain was only blocks away.
Little did they know when they signed the year lease that it would only be three months they would actually fulfill. “He was just deployed six months ago,” she had explained to the realtor. “We should be here a while.” But God had a habit of laughing at her plans. Yet, through each twist and turn of life, she would always remember that first neighborhood that sparked so many dreams. And maybe it was living so close to the water, that she learned it’s way. She learned to move with grace.
Dew drops dream and stream
down cherry blossoms, searching –
the way comes softly.
This haibun is my response to Happy New Year! This prompt from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub is to write a traditional haibun about a new beginning we’ve experienced in our lifetime.