I feel somewhat happy, calm and aware of my surroundings. Shirley Horn singing Love is Wild on the computer speakers. The sun is still in the semi-magic hour time. My right foot is taping with ms. Shirley.
The hooded mergansers are back on the pond. The male is getting introduced to the lovely ladies. Very, very pretty sight indeed.
There are neighbors walking and strangers walking down our street. Some people are bird watchers or photographers who are quiet, slow moving and tuned in. Then, there are the people, who yell and argue outside on their phone very, very loudly. The bikes can be loud, as the bikers love to carrying on long conversations at high speed, or a Harley motorcycles fans riding on our quiet road at high revving speeds.
We also so have the old neighborhood dogs. A few unnamed neighbors never, ever will pick up their dogs poops. After winter, there are piles of his poops up and down the road. Now, we have people who walk their dogs on a leash, and some not on a leash who are barking loudly and running freely down through the wood trail.
This was a quiet street. There was no trains, just tracks that were fun to walk along the marsh. Those days are gone.
What we need are some really good pot holes, just like in the old days. It was so delightful when they rebuilt the bridge which turned our road into a dead end. Ah, it was magical. But we move on. Time changes and it moves on.
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