Slice of Life #22
The sky is bouncing off piled up white clouds and the clouds are throwing shadows all over the valley. There are mini suns on rear windows of cars that snap on like spotlights. All through the bright and shade the wind blows chilly, cooling down any warm patches.
The wind lifts branches and flutters leaves, makes flowers bow and the clouds scutter by. The palm fronds up high are pixelating, like a current is flowing through them.
Everywhere spring is evident with flowering cherry and iris, but this cold wind holding a claim. The cumulus clouds dark over the hills won’t let us forget the winter season, even if the equinox is here.
I am feeling maybe a first dose of spring fever, just wanting to curl up with a book, or nap, or simply sit and stare out the window. I could so easily fall asleep (like my writing cat lying beside me) but then I wouldn’t sleep tonight.
Perhaps this almost lethargic sense is a change in the air pressure? Or is it just the deflation in my nerves — having a full day of being at work getting my job done and not worrying how my mother is doing? Is this how normal life feels? Not on edge, not sorting through the calendar, not balancing needs?
The day is clean, windy and crisp. I am quiet.
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