FAREWELL, MR. MOSES See your beautiful smiling face on the other side 18.May.21
"The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! -Edgar Allan Poe, SPIRITS OF THE DEAD
Mr Moses lived upstairs. #205 opposite my living room window looking south. He drove the cute VW bug convertible grey with black canvas top. He was an Army vet and in a wheelchair, but still drove, loved driving. I believe driving was his biggest joy. He would tell me in the lobby when I ran into him that he spotted me walking or on my bicycle somewhere downtown, and would smile...knowing sometimes I saw him speeding past, too, when I wasn't photographing or in that private world of contentment I often slip into where the wind always feels so nice and behind the blue sky the universe is strawberry letter 23
It was odd I ran into to the woman who lives with him yesterday, a white woman, as thin as Mr Moses, with long salt and pepper hair she usually wears loose past her shoulders, but yesterday it was tied in a ponytail as she was stressed and asked me had I seen the maintenance man...but I had not...Both of their toilets were clogged...so I sent an urgent email to management regarding their crisis, printed that email and posted it their door without knocking...I started to...then decided not to knock, figuring they would see the note.
About 3:00 am this morning when I was yet awake paying bills online, kindly Mr Moses passed away.