I’m out on the patio upstairs, the sun is down but it’s still mostly light. I brought my book and a glass of wine intending to sit and read in the coolish breeze.
But as soon as I sit down the evening captures me. Someone is playing scales on a muted trumpet and the notes lilt up and down, mesmerizing me.
People pass by, scraps of conversation lifted on the breeze.
Cars pass by, mostly soft whooshes but once in a while an unmuffled roar.
A dog in the distance, who-hooing, not dogish at all.
The trumpet continues playing, I might be at a jazz club listening to someone warm up.
I miss the old man across the street, air conditioned now, not sitting outside in his white plastic chair talking to everyone who passes by.
The trumpet keeps playing. A magical moment, I am glad I was here for it.
Jackie
September 22, 2008What a great post. I can visualize you sitting there listening to the trumpet and the conversations.
Babs
September 23, 2008It’s KNOWING yu’re in a special moment that makes it worthwhile! Thanks for sharing……….
islagringo
September 23, 2008You’ve summed up in one post what retirement down here should be like. It’s what I imagine but seldom get.
Nancy
September 23, 2008Aw, shucks. Wish you all could have been here.
Billie
September 24, 2008I love this post. It is so true. Most of our lives we are doing. But what a marvelous thing it is to just be.
elliott
September 24, 2008I love this one,too, and know exactly what you were feeling because you said it so perfectly. I´ve wanted to convey this many times and have been completely incapable of getting it into words. So I guess I´ll have to steal your post…wait. Did I say that out loud?
American Mommy in Mexico
September 24, 2008just a few words brought us there with you …