What I noticed.
Jan. 7th, 2002 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphOn my afternoon walk, two girls were by the side of the road, talking. When I got close, I heard them discussing boys:which ones had the best hair, which were the best dressers, which had the nicest smiles. I felt as though I had walked into a randomly chosen LiveJournal.
Farther up the street are two large oaks which cling tenaciously to many of their dead, brown leaves. Even a slight breeze sets up a dry rustling which can be heard for a few hundred feet.
The fallen pine needles along the streets are broken down to a dense powder which has turned a deep gold from the dampness remaining from the recent rains.
The long grasses of summer, now brown and grey, lie across the short green winter grasses and lichens in the fields. The colors are oddly pleasing.
On the porch of a house, a disused skateboard leans against the wall, next to the front door.
Some guy was using an arc welder in his garage. The crack and fizzle reminded me of a streetcar trolley tracking across the wires at a junction of two lines. A faint smell of ozone in the cool winter air of the overcast day.
Farther up the street are two large oaks which cling tenaciously to many of their dead, brown leaves. Even a slight breeze sets up a dry rustling which can be heard for a few hundred feet.
The fallen pine needles along the streets are broken down to a dense powder which has turned a deep gold from the dampness remaining from the recent rains.
The long grasses of summer, now brown and grey, lie across the short green winter grasses and lichens in the fields. The colors are oddly pleasing.
On the porch of a house, a disused skateboard leans against the wall, next to the front door.
Some guy was using an arc welder in his garage. The crack and fizzle reminded me of a streetcar trolley tracking across the wires at a junction of two lines. A faint smell of ozone in the cool winter air of the overcast day.
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Date: 2002-01-08 05:03 am (UTC)Yes, the oak trees, for they hold onto some of their browned leaves until the surging sap forces them off.
Now, they are just forelorn, and flapping in the cold breath of a winter breeze.
Wonderful
Date: 2002-01-08 05:39 am (UTC)observation
Date: 2002-01-08 10:12 pm (UTC)As time goes by the powers of observation evolve with the person. From the simple mundane things to the more complex. Eventually we make the kind of observations you described.
If we live long enough.
The girls are still hatchling observers.
What was he welding?
Santa Ana