I initially wrote tumultuous sky, however, there was more than one sky above me this morning, dark clouds, very interesting shapes forever changing, clear, dark, light, perhaps a prelude of stormy weather… The golden disc, giver of life, giver of death, struggling to appear behind the fighting clouds in a perpetual movement, bent in closing the fissures to the golden rays…
Peaks, valleys, a constant variation above me, far but near, the wind, sometimes gentle, on other roughly impatient, playing games with my senses and expectations.
A geography of the sky, complex, closed yet open, variable, reflections of my soul…
May have been a wet month, rainy with occasional sunshine. The usual bird population has been down compared with other years.
There have been plenty of sunshine this week, this month, so far. Sparrows, including the babies, have been feasting on my feeders, playing not so much attention to me, in the balcony, a couple of feet from them. Mainly sparrows, although I saw some blue its too.
I missed the RSPB’s annual count earlier this year, although I have been missing it for the last few years. However, I have the impression, a non scientific one, that the usual bird population which has been coming to my feeders for years is down for 2021.
I saw a couple starlings yesterday, some juvenile ones, I think.
I will keep watching them.
No name are going to be mentioned. However, I have noticed that some accounts are no more than vanity windows for people to show how good their homes are. While some of them are quite interesting to see, but my desire to see the people behind them is nil.
And I remembered what I was about to write when my mind went into a blank.
So, I will tell a bit about this day.
I woke up to find several cats on my bed. I closed my eyes, I opened them again to find different cats…
Old age, or what?
the girl said.
Afternoon in the main commercial street. She was strolling, leisurely, with her school friends, a sea of blue to the sound of chirping dominating the afternoon traffic.
She was so young, barely in her teens. So delicate, yet so earthy…
So long ago…
*Seven was the highest mark on Chileans schools at the time.