A Happy Ramble
I love that I can see a bit of the mountains outside my living room window, that my shirt smells like coffee, and that my apartment is in a pleasant dissarray. Outside three birds sit on an electric line, but two have flown away as I type. And there went the last one. My landlord was painting the stairs, but now he is gone. The sun is not touching this side of the apartments, but does still hit the top of the tree outside the door, the bush by the cars, adn the apartments on the next street.
Above the grey roofs I again see the mountains.
They remind me of my hills, covered in green chaparal (sp :-p) and with little tan rocks breaking out from their surfaces in patches. twenty or so birds, frightened from the ground, fly up to perch on the wires again. they shift restlessly and several fly up higher, to the less sturdy line above. And thier line bobs, but they are not going anywhere.
On my computer, the Graduation song is playing.
I suppose I'm going to make dinner. This has been rather silly.
Enjoy your day. :-D
Above the grey roofs I again see the mountains.
They remind me of my hills, covered in green chaparal (sp :-p) and with little tan rocks breaking out from their surfaces in patches. twenty or so birds, frightened from the ground, fly up to perch on the wires again. they shift restlessly and several fly up higher, to the less sturdy line above. And thier line bobs, but they are not going anywhere.
On my computer, the Graduation song is playing.
I suppose I'm going to make dinner. This has been rather silly.
Enjoy your day. :-D