Location: Edge of living room, sliding door open to large forested backyard.
My Condition: Sitting on a black-cushioned futon footrest, laptop balanced on my chilly knees. My lower back hurts from too much raking over the last week, plus a too-long hike on the C&O Canal last weekend.
Time: 6:30 in the morning.
What I See: A mist-shrouded world. Huge colorful trees leaning into each other in the mist. Leaves swirling off limbs. In front of a black butterfly chair, a gray-green weather vane. Our gray wooden deck. On a small garden table, a black Japanese lantern. A stone birdbath.
What I Hear: Not the hoot owl I heard last night. Small birds, whistling from every corner of the ghostly stage. The tinkling sound of leaf touch-downs. Morning trains coming from West Virginia into the city.
What I Feel: Cold. Happy.
November 10th, 2011 at 7:29AM
“sliding door open to large forested backyard”
You may be saying “Hi deer” instead of “Hi Dear” to Mr. UD if you’re not careful.
November 10th, 2011 at 7:40AM
I know. I was amazed that during my ten minutes or so sitting there no deer appeared.
November 10th, 2011 at 8:41AM
But for a woodpecker
tapping at a post, no sound
at all in the house
-Basho