Thyme To Finish That Nest

Green grass below me… And grey skies above… Really an odd day for the end of November… The clouds are moving as fast as cars… Blue, purple, orange and grey—constantly changing… Morphing… Heading south-east… At this time of year it can only mean one thing… Cold fronts on the way… Sixty degrees yesterday… Rain in the afternoon… Snow tonight…

Garbage men are smoking at the end of the street… 7:30 AM… The day after Thanksgiving… Not one single can of garbage is on the street… Because not one single person is awake… Or aware of their arrival… But me… Racing to get my garbage together… I managed to get half of it out as the truck was leaving… They took the few bags I had managed to get to the curb… But when I went to my back porch to get another bag… They disappeared… Dammit… Racoons are gonna eat good this week… If I could just train them to clean up after themselves… Imagine if you threw your dinner on the floor before consuming it… How rude…

There’s great light this morning… Very yellow, almost orange and warm looking… It makes the fallen leaves across the street appear almost invisible… The yellow light cancels out the yellow of the leaves… Against the green grass it creates a feast for the eyes… I think it’s because the low sun rise is reflecting off the bottom of the clouds… Only lasts a few moments… But so worth noticing when it occurs… It gives objects that ultra-violet glow that is often experienced in the evening… The little things that we notice… Can be spiritually huge…

The birds that live in my front porch are busy as hell… I can actually hear the things in my wall… I watched them for an hour this morning with my coffee… Beefing up the nest for the cold… These smart birds are apparently using my lemon thyme to build their nest… That’s what I would use—maybe a little chamomile as well…

This will be the third year for birds nesting in my wall… I have no idea if it’s the same ones from the past… I like to think so… I have a feeling they are trying to tell me to prepare for the cold… It makes sense… Why the hell else would they be rushing to insulate the nest…

Nature is the ultimate meteorologist… I think if the weatherman took his head out of the ass of his computer… And went outside and observed nature… He would be right every once in a while…

lets just say a little birdy told me – chriscondello

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500 Words Till Dawn

There’s something magical about being awake before the sun has a chance to wash the stars out of the sky, the air is so still it’s like you can set it in motion just by the act of moving. This particular morning is a rather chilly morning for November, I actually had to fight the frost in order to find a place to sit and drink my coffee. I find it interesting that most people would not relate the winters cold to warm feelings, but for me, winter conjures up memories of the fires we used to have in our fireplace back home… To me… That is a warm memory… It’s not Summer that I think of as warm… Summer is a different kind of warm…

Today I have so many layers on I can barely move, I would be willing to bet that I actually look pretty ridiculous. Dressing for the cold has become a game for me, a game that I have gotten very good at now that style is not as important to me as it used to be. I now only feel the cold on my face, which is exactly the feeling that I love… In the numbness of my past the feeling of being “alive” was not one I really ever stopped to enjoy, now this feeling is one that I treasure… It is a feeling that makes it worth waking up long before the rest of the world… It is a feeling that will never get old… The feeling of another day and another beginning.

I’m pretty sure I am not alone on this particular morning though, I am being carefully watched from the roof across the street by an invisible creature. A creature that happens to be parked on the peak of the abandoned houses roof, a creature that I am now sure is a racoon.  I was never really sure where this animal was watching me from… I could always hear it… And I could always feel it… But I haven’t seen it in a long time… But thanks to the thirty degree air… I can see its breath rise above the roof lit in the orange glow of the street lights that protect the parking lot behind it… I have a feeling it is laughing about all of the garbage cans it knocked over on my street this morning… It has watched me clean them up many times before… I guess it will watch me clean them up one more time.

Off in the distance I can hear the hustle and bustle of vehicles carrying people to work on the parkway, one of the few sounds that is audible this early in the morning. As the sky slowly begins to brighten, I bear witness to one of natures colorful displays, a display that runs the entire spectrum of blue light starting from black, and steadily increasing in brightness until it peaks in the color we affectionately refer to as sky blue… I really love my mornings… I would trade every night of my life for just a few more mornings…

good morning – chriscondello

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