Weather Report

[rejectomorph]

A gray day in June is a bit like one of those eccentric people one sometimes sees wandering about the city streets with a somewhat distracted look. They are off in their own world, unaware of the stares of those who think them out of place. Sometimes they mutter to themselves. Today muttered to itself with crickets in early afternoon, and exuded the scent of night-blooming jasmine while daylight, though dimmed by overcast, was yet abroad. The bright yellow flourishes of Scottish broom lining the road to the south seemed inappropriate to the sombre landscape of brooding green. Even the songs of the birds sounded subdued, as though the singers were loath to disturb the strange creature in whose unexpected presence they found themselves. Who knows what madness might lurk behind that unfocused, cloudy gaze? By care or fortune, the day remained undisturbed, passing without protest into serene dusk. The birds are now bedding down, perhaps relieved that no thunderous outburst disrupted their daily routine. As for me, I'd have enjoyed a bit of excitement, though I was surely not distressed by the placid behavior of this visitor. I've long felt affection for those days which fail to recognize their season. We're a bit alike, I think.

Comments

[annina-writes.livejournal.com]

A most excellent weather report, my friend! I too have felt a kindred spirit on days that don't seem to match the season. We've had a few overcast days, and while I don't get out as much as I should, I do have a clear view of the back yard and the wildlife, mostly birds and insects. I miss the patio door in our old house, where I would sit and watch the world go by, and when I was still mobile enough, spend evenings "setting out" as they call it down here, on the porch, waiting for dusk to turn into night.

Now that the hurricane has destroyed most of the Penacola Bay Fishing Bridge, I miss our overnight trips to fish and watch the stars spangle the bay and the moon and Venus chasing Orion across the sky. There is talk of building a third span across the Bay that is four lanes in each direction and using the current four-lane span as another fishing bridge, but that will be years in the future. The places where we can drive to a fishing spot are severely limited in the post-Ivan Pensacola area. :-(

How I look forward to your facile and brilliant descriptions of your life in Paradise. It makes missing it a little easier. Hugs!

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. :-)