It's probably time to say something. I've got time now, and it's the first cold, grey Fall morning. Sipping coffee #2 in a quiet house and this is my view. It's all I really need. I just texted a Hello, Good Morning, how did you sleep, to my Mom.
There was a huge old Magnolia tree in front that we had to remove. We love trees, believe me, but it was black with mold on the inside and should never have been planted there. Btw, I've thought on walks in the neighborhood that would make for one short story, about the different reasons why a few different souls mis-planted a tree - it doesn't really become obvious until years later and maybe the planter is long gone by now. You'll see a big tree or big shrub smack dab in front of a front door or groaning at the base of the side and think, "a little too close for comfort..?"
So the Magnolia tree is gone (which was the main focal point on these coffee sipping mornings), and now the view is deeper and almost more end to end, left to right and right to left. I like the big tall rust red Pine(?)) tree across the street and the three kind've mangy trees that were overpowered by the massive, over arching Mahnolia tree, have a chance to shine and be noticed more. They look great to me and will improve with added light. The Sun is mostly on the back of the house and sets over to the right, to the West of course.
This weather can put me in an artsy seeking mindset (unfortunately, I have to say scrolling on social media...) but it is relaxing to look at that subject matter as opposed to the news or celebrity or sports content. I stumbled on the trailer for a new indie film, called "Peter Hujar's Day," and two friends having a wide ranging conversation stemming from what was journaled as Peter's day on Dec 18, 1974. Love those types of conversations, they are so rare, for me at least. Talk about being Seen and Heard...
I think one of the reasons why I haven't, for instance, written a blog post here is because of the many time consuming Rabbit Holes I've gone down. Like, after watching the trailer, my insensate curiosity had me reading about who the director is, his background (gay married Jewish, living / raising their two kids in the same apartment building with the surrogate woman who bore them). Who wrote the book, the actors, their backgrounds etc etc etc. I closed the app in the kitchen, slippers on, made another coffee and shuffled over here to finally write something.
It's so quiet, can't you sometimes here like a distant ringing in your ears or the sound of air..? Ok, the first plane is heard outside.
What are all those people thinking up there, where are they from, where are they going?
For whatever its worth, I hope to write something again, like soon.