|My childhood apartment building on Penobscot Street in Augusta, Maine.|
I must have gone downstairs to play Yahtzee with Mrs Wallace four times a month for at least three years. I don't remember how or when our Yahtzee games declined into none. As I got older I would still see Mrs Wallace around the building and visited her a few more times before hearing that she had gotten sick. In my teenage years, I would notice that the light in her downstairs apartment stopped coming on at night. I heard she had been moved to a nursing home. The brown and orange owls remained hanging in her window with plants that started to yellow and die from lack of water. Eventually the window hangings disappeared, the curtains dissapeared and all I could see were a few lone remaining owls on the wall. One day soon after, my Mom told me that she had heard Mrs Wallace died. I remember looking down and seeing a lone pair of owl eyes staring back at me from her empty apartment.
Everytime I see a pair of dice to this day, i'm transported into that warm, safe, dim room, covered in owls where i'm playing Yahtzee with Mrs Wallace without a care in the world.