The
houses within my neighborhood are tightly packed. Little room is left in front,
between, and behind each living space. Still, nature finds its way to inhabit
the snug quarters. The piercing sunlight produces dark overcasting shadows off the houses making the shaded sections experience a sort of nighttime effect.
There
always seems to be a pair of eyes watching your every movement while outside. I
become fairly annoyed at the fact that everything someone does is more likely
than not, observed by the vast majority of the neighborhood. This very intimate
setting is something I do not strive for in my future living situations.
While I
ponder my thoughts about nosey neighbors, a grey squirrel scurries along the
ground in search for food. Could it be that the squirrel is in search of the nuts
buried long ago in the fall? Bouncing from point A to point B, the squirrel
seems content in its daily adventure. Often stopping and looking around before
reaching the base of a tree, the squirrel quickly climbs the bark and jumps
from branch to branch. Seems like a really effective way to move about. If only
I was small, nimble, and light enough for a skinny tree branch to hold me.
Overall, the day is vibrant, animated, and warming. Truly a thoroughly relaxing
afternoon.
Author's Note: The title comes from a song sung by Bing Crosby. Take a listen!
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