Saturday, June 7, 2008

Look Out Any Window.

The sky is blue and the sun is out this morning. It hasn't been that way for awhile, and mind you, I'm not complaining. We needed water from the sky like Paris needs the paparazzi. But there's the look of the sun in the morning (not looking straight into it, mind you, that's something that makes you scream); the way it shines down on the green grass of the backyard.

The sound of the "chizz chizz chizz" of the next door neighbors sprinklers.

The sound of a lawn mower. What's the stupid bastard doing out so early? Doesn't he realize that people are trying to SLEEP?!

The lilac came late, but the fragrance is wonderful.

Somewhere, an old Creedence number is playing....

"down on the corner, out here in the street,
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
bring a nickel, grab a seat..."

Soon, the sun will move closer to the earth, and the temperature will begin to climb, and the manic part of Mother's Nature's Bi-Polarism will rear it's ugly, toaster-oven head. And I'll complain on how hot it is.

Not so much the heat, but the humidity.

But for now, the sun is out, the sky is blue, there's the "chizz chizz chizz" and Creedence, and maybe the Monkees, and for this brief interlude, everything is okay.

1 comment:

Gertrude said...

Creedence is good from Sunrise to Sunset. I love to see the Bad Moon's rising.