Towels on the clothesline across the street flutter softly in the early morning breeze. I watch them, thinking that they must smell fresh, and fabulous...and feel stiff and hard...thank God for dryers and dryer sheets. The man across the way prunes his meticulous shrubs with a weed eater...held high and sideways...I wonder why he doesn't use shears. The sprinkler next door spits a ten foot stream of moisture on the lawn as it turns in a jerky motion to the right...then clicks softly and rapidly back to the left...only to repeat the regurgitation of H2O again...and again. 6401 left their garage door open all night...I wonder if anyone pillaged it while they slept. Old Glory waves proudly in the sunshine of the garden at 6405...though it is tattered and faded and in need of replacement...one would think that such patriotic people would know better. The man across the way puts the weed eater in the shed...and emerges with a plastic bag and gloves and proceeds to rid the lawn of little gifts left by the dog two doors down. Meanwhile...I close my eyes and listen to the host of the weather channel droning on, from the living room, about the heat advisory for this afternoon...and the gentle whoosh, whoosh of the dishwasher from the kitchen. The freshly vacuumed carpet is soft under my feet and a smile of satisfaction steals across my lips. I reach for the glass of soda on my desk...reveling in the taste and feel of the dark, cool, bubbly liquid and wonder why everyone doesn't drink Diet Coke in the morning. This particular moment in time...is good...I encase it in my heart and mind...for remembrance later...when the stress and turmoil that is life...will undoubtedly overpower me.
Be Well.
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Ahhh...outside-dried clothes. Can life get any better?
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