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.
September 22nd, 2008 at 9:32 pm
What a great post. I can visualize you sitting there listening to the trumpet and the conversations.
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:35 am
It’s KNOWING yu’re in a special moment that makes it worthwhile! Thanks for sharing……….
September 23rd, 2008 at 7:31 am
You’ve summed up in one post what retirement down here should be like. It’s what I imagine but seldom get.
September 23rd, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Aw, shucks. Wish you all could have been here.
September 24th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
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.
September 24th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
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?
September 24th, 2008 at 9:45 pm
just a few words brought us there with you …
February 8th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
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