Illuminated shrubbery in Roser Park neighborhood, beside the big children's hospital where I used to go. My great-grandmother would apply her reddest lipstick to accompany my very young mother over the bridge to take me there for check ups. Now, Arti and I live only blocks from Roser Park., a strange FL place that has hills, but is not falling into a sinkhole. A little Venice with the canal, a little dilapidated Southern Gothic.
