the large, wood-framed mirror

November 2, 2018. Granada, Spain

Federico García Lorca closes the green front door behind him, ensures it is latched, then moves passed the space that is the living room. In that space, to his right as he walks, live several red-upholstered chairs in various locations. A navy blue couch is pushed up against the wall opposite the front door. It squatly sits under the large, wood-framed mirror. Federico García Lorca does not look at any of these things as he makes his way toward the kitchen.

In a few moments, Federico García Lorca  is in the space under the stairs, between the living room and the kitchen. It is a hot, Andalusian summer day. This is the coolest place in the house. He turns right and enters a modest kitchen. A simple round table stands in its center and an unlit lamp dangles simply from the white ceiling above it. Red and white tiled floors, like the rest of the rooms on this level of the house. Federico García Lorca moves around the far side of the table and stops at the closed window opposite the kitchen’s entrance. Evening summer light floods in from its left. Federico García Lorca touches the green frame and opens one side of the window. He then makes his way back out of the kitchen, around the other side of the table. Standing in the cool space under the stairs once more, Federico García Lorca removes his hat and his summer coat and places them on the rack that lives between the entrance to the kitchen and the staircase.

Federico García Lorca then moves back into the living room. This time, he looks at each of the red upholstered chairs. He moves a few more steps into the space and looks at the navy blue couch as it squats under the large, wood-framed mirror. Federico García Lorca, after a few more steps, then stands in the center of the living room and looks up at the large, wood-framed mirror.

But the only reflection in it is my own.