sunday
I don't like writing on my phone but that's all I have. Sitting by myself on the front porch of this row house in West Reading. It gets hot in the daytime but now at 7 am is still cool. Actually a bit chilly. I wish I had a jacket but it would be too much to go in and get one. I might wake someone and I like being the only one awake. Big gray squirrels and mourning doves exploring the sidewalks and porches of the row houses in front of me. I like this neighborhood. So many big old sycamore trees. Many twittering birds all around and crows in the distance. Each house is a little bit different and each house is similar. I wonder when these houses were first built a hundred years (?) ago if they were identical and then morphed into individuals over the years.
Dave is awake and has joined me. A man 2 houses down comes out and speaks to someone through his screen door. The world is waking up. Writing time is over.
Dave is awake and has joined me. A man 2 houses down comes out and speaks to someone through his screen door. The world is waking up. Writing time is over.