Today I was in traffic on several occasions. On the way to New Bern I encountered a traffic jam. It was obvious there had been an accident far enough ahead that I could not see the emergency vehicle lights at first.
Oh dear, I have writer's block again and again and again. Writer's block is frustrating. I am going to flow randomly (which is a surprise to no one says she).
Tree tops full of tiny birds singing and chirping with vigor. Any alien noise silences them. Often they lift up in unison leaving a tree for an adjacent shrub. A glimpse of one intrigues me. Their feathers reveal subtle colors as the sun highlights them. The moment is brief. Their singing is joyous, incessant and often the only evidence that a tree or shrub is full of tiny birds.
my cat sat with his face against the living room window as i walked to the car. he knew, long before I finished gathering items, that he was going to be left inside and that I was going away for the night. He mouthed a meow my way. Clever feline knows I have a heart easily melted by sad looks and plaintive meows. I averted my eyes as I climbed into the car. When the engine came alive I glanced towards the window. My cat had moved away. I was relieved and disappointed. Emotions are capricious. mine follow a predictable path. i know my cat resigned himself to his fate earlier than i was prepared to let him off the hook. when i glanced to see him in the window he was, no doubt, making himself happy at the food bowl. funny how a cat can flip a finger in our direction when he has no fingers at all. i drove out of the park with a taste of humble pie in my mouth. a bit of envy i experienced reflects my own wish to resign myself quickly to unpleasant moments yet manage to convey disdain.
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