early summer evening ... not late spring

we so carefully curate visuals that neighbors see within our houses. but some smells can’t hide, and sounds carry and interact whether we like it or not. so even if i haven’t seen my neighbors for a week or so, i know them well enough to tell you that they put lots and lots of garlic in their food. and no, that’s not such a big secret, but it is another piece to the puzzle. if you like something you hear, check out and see if you like what you see. but then i have to get into all the societal pressures to tell me what i like. etc.

this room is so warm and cozy and perfect with an amazing view. i love this room. i love being in this room. ultra aware of my surrounding space (aren’t most people? they want to make their room/home feel like their own. but it’s much easier when you’re alone and have time. not when you have kids and a full-time job and a husband and etc etc.). in my room, comfy on my bed, on an early summer-feeling evening (still may though) sensing the stillness in the leaves and wind, but hearing the rumbles of thunder. faintly. and being warm, maybe a tiny bit sweaty, but the individual leaves now merge into blocks of color, and the thunder’s growing louder. birds keep cheeping. they know about the coming storm, and i guess it doesn’t bother them too much. you would think that constantly being batted by water would annoy you. i guess they seek shelter but what do they do if they can’t find shelter? do they try to outfly the storm? do they hunker down into a bird-fetal position to ride it out and hopefully live? either way — hopefully live.

and now the wind is picking up a little. a breeze pushes through my room, wind chimes clang. and the leaves rustle more strongly. and the deep pop of a transformer blowing or stretching echoes down the street. more wind, faster and heavier now. thunder rolls, continuing for a long time after the first bang. much darker. actually, much less light out there, all the colors merging in the greens. the silhouette of the trees. 

now big ole gusts. my door bangs shut. bam bam heartbeat. the rain will be here soon. but the cicadas finally quieted down. not a peep.