Thursday, February 25, 2016

Don't Fence Me In

Patches of grass poke through the reflective, melting snow. Vernal pools engulf the crease where two hills meet at the bottom. Trees sit firm and steady only to move when an occasional gust of wind blows or a furry creature moves from limb to limb. The weather is warm for winter and the sunlight shines brightly over the sea of white and now visible green.
                
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.
              
Three houses sit within my view, each evenly spaced. The left and right houses have grey, moisture soaked, decade old fences still holding their ground. However, the fence on the right is missing part of its square outline at the back left corner. Usually a tightly woven neighborhood produces quick and lasting neighborly friendships but in my case, these neighborly friendships have all but dissolved.
                
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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