The Postcard

There’s a postcard hanging on my office wall.  It’s matted and framed, one of my favorite pieces of artwork that came to me as a gift, sent from a friend who was living in England at the time.  On the postcard is a woman. She is standing in an open landscape, perhaps on the moors of England or Scotland.  Where she stands is slightly rocky, and she has one foot positioned slightly above the other on a rock.  She is barefooted.  She wears a loose, black skirt, ankle length, and a cream-colored tunic with a stand up collar and loose sleeves.  Over that is belted a red, sleeveless tunic or vest.  The belt is brown leather.  She is slim and fit. On the card, her body faces the left edge of the painting and she looks at the viewer slightly over her left shoulder.  Her eyes are captivating, her face exotic, long-nosed, haughty, with an underlying sense of humor as secret as the Mona Lisa but more accessible. Her hair is dark brown, loose, wild around her head, past her shoulders.  She stands barefoot on the rocky ground between two wolves.  The wolf in front is grey and on a slightly lower lower level than the brown wolf behind her.  Her left hand rests lightly on the grey one’s shoulder.  There are two more wolves on the right, a bit higher, the second to the right with his feet on a rock. There is a fourth wolf on the right slightly behind all of them, its head around the flank of the one immediately to the woman’s right. A fifth and final wolf lies easily in the front of the entire group, focused on something that lies just outside the picture.  The woman is looking at us. The wolves are looking off the left side of the card.  The sky is muted, softly blue, no clouds. It could be just before dawn or just after sunset, but it is definitely not in the middle of the day. It is during the magic time.  It might be cold there on the moors, but no one in the picture would mind if it were. They are one with their landscape.

I was completely entranced when I received this card.  I could hardly stop looking at it long enough to read the brief message on the back–I’m doing well, I did this, we did that, life is moving along here on the other side of the pond, and oh, by the way, “the woman on this card reminds me of you.”

I took the card and had it framed the next day. I look at it every day and hope it would still remind my friend of me.


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