Another late summer evening

September 22, 2008

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.

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I'm Nancy, a US expat living in San Antonio Tlayacapan, Jalisco after 11 years in Mazatlán, México.

8 Comments
    1. What a great post. I can visualize you sitting there listening to the trumpet and the conversations.

    1. It’s KNOWING yu’re in a special moment that makes it worthwhile! Thanks for sharing……….

    1. You’ve summed up in one post what retirement down here should be like. It’s what I imagine but seldom get.

    1. I love this post. It is so true. Most of our lives we are doing. But what a marvelous thing it is to just be.

    1. I 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?

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