Distant neighbors were shooting off firecrackers well past the official Fireworks show. Some of them were different. A weird, dulled, boom that you somehow felt in your chest. I don't remember falling asleep but I know it was to those booms, laughter, and my fan. This morning I forced myself to complete my morning walk even though I was barely awake. Some observations: Smell of sulfur, singed paper, broken twigs, and empty water bottles. Birds dragging their bellies in grass, shadows flying across grass, speckled breast of young robin. A grackle. Blooming gardens, woman watering her flowers. I still haven't seen L. Who I used to see all the time last summer when I walked more. Especially to work. She would usually be sitting in some random (not to her) spot planting or weeding. She was very particular with her planting and I always stopped to look even when I was going to work. I loved to see what was blooming or pick out what little garden ornament she added where. We always had bite sized conversations and eventually exchanged names. Even though she was a few courts away, she may as well have been closer. Anyway, I have not seen her but her garden is thriving so I know she is still there. Perhaps she comes out right when the sun rises like my father, does her weeding, etc., and goes back in before it gets too hot? Or comes out when the sun sets? I don't know but I miss seeing her. It is Wednesday but it feels like a Monday thanks to the holiday. I am restless. I plan on reading another manuscript, editing, and giving myself bangs. Hopefully, I will be successful on all fronts! Have a wonderful day all.
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The fireworks started a few weeks ago and lasted well past midnight last night. Funny thing is: fireworks aren’t allowed here.