A Serene Sunday Morning
It has been a quiet morning. Earlier, I watched Jade hungrily scoffing her food without her being alarmed that I was there. Now I am sitting on the porch with my ceiling fan on. The weather is warm, 90F, but the humidity is quite low. That makes it pleasant, with the gentle breeze and the birds happily twittering away.
A short while ago, a mother and grandmother were companionably walking together as they pushed a baby happily babbling in his stroller. He is attempting to speak. They stopped and bent down occasionally and smiled at him dotingly.
A couple just passed by. He was on a bicycle, she was walking. They had obviously had a tiff. He kept circling back and forth trying to persuade her to talk to him. “Leave me alone!” she exclaimed, not too convincingly. “Da! Da!” “Yes, yes,” in Russian. I guess they made up, for all became quiet as they walked away.
A young lady with a loud voice and a swinging ponytail speaks in Italian on her cell phone, her arms waving about excitedly. Our neighborhood is quite international. Russian, Italian, Israeli, Chinese – I hear all these languages as people pass by.
I went into the kitchen to top off my cup of tea. Kelly had come in with my weekly shopping and placed it on the counter and left. I did not hear the dogs, nor his fiancée. I felt disappointed that he crept away without saying hello. I called his cell and asked him the reason. “It was too quiet,” he replied. Of course, it is quiet! Who was I to talk to? Myself?
Yes, it is going to be a quiet day. I look across the table and picture Peter stretched back on his chair, contentedly snoozing on the chair opposite me. And the birds sing him a lullaby and the breeze rustles through the leaves in the trees to soothe him from the long hard week he has had. A butterfly lazily flits from one flower to another, daintily sipping at their nectar. I get up and walk to the kitchen for another cup of tea. I return and sip my tea as I write. Soon I will pick up my book and read.