Looking Up

By C.J. Lori | September 12, 2020

It was July 31 and the highlight of our day, the evening walk. We serendipitously stumbled upon a live chamber music concert by the troupe Mistral in a local park. There in the center of the park, masked and distanced, the seven or so musicians played to an equally masked and distanced crowd. We delighted at our luck and selected a spot on the lawn. We sat and listened to the music.

Eventually, I lay down with my head on my husband’s lap and exhaled. I felt my body relax, such an unfamiliar feeling of late. Looking up, I became rapt by this view of the trees. One in particular caught my eye. Among the lush lindens, this sparse and failing tree stuck me as delicate and lyrical. I pointed it out to my husband, like the choice bit of a poem, but he didn’t react the same way. He bristles and bemoans the loss of any green growing thing. Still, it seemed to me so apt for that moment, and I remain touched by its lacy tenacity, reaching for the meagre light.


“Evening Song,” oil on canvas, 12” x 12” (2020)

Copyright © 2020 C.J. Lori
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