Anticipation

Anticipation.  The song by the same name sung by Carly Simon plays in my head.  I like anticipating things.  Looking forward to them.  Surprises.

I could use a surprise right about now.  Feeling out of sorts and I know why.  Thinking things too deeply, this way, that way.  What the heck does it matter anyway.  The universe corrects when necessary.

The Dow Jones Industrial Average goes up and down and up again and way down today. A barometer of human emotions.  Lack of leadership.  Too much greed, destruction and not enough caring.  It goes that way.  Until it doesn't.  It doesn't say much for emotional human growth.

Once again, at my perch on the front porch a pair of hummingbirds fly close to my head.  They minmic the world.  Territorial.  The weather is hot, with humidity.  The sky is a soft blue with clouds sprinkled about.  Another rush of cool air fills the space.  I am grateful.

My neighbor is now getting the windows washed on their home.  It was quiet for a while.  It is a day long event and I am ready for it to be over.  This is my office!

I wonder if the birds are annoyed.  We all anticipate things being different at a certain time.  I remove the large spider web that covers a section of my porch near the steps again.  It has become a morning task.  The web is getting thicker and we all know the temperatures are changing.  Living things want things to be as they want.  I watch as the ant coexists with the worm.  And the worm with the spider.

It is cooler inside.  Quieter.  I anticipate a nice afternoon shower.  Cooling off. Now.