Observation - December 4th, 2019, Wednesday

Observation

The sun is shining

The snow is already melting in the light

It is warm this December morning

Everything is blurry outside my window

My eyes are still adjusting to the surgery I had

I can hear the spray from the tires of the cars passing by

Dirty-gray slush and salt covering the street

There is ice on the road and it is slippery

There is not a cloud in the sky

Only jets leaving contrails

And black-birds in flight

Observation - November 4th, 2019, Monday

The leaves on the maple have yellowed and fallen

They blanket the yard outside my window

The day is gray and sodden

There were snowflakes falling in dark of the morning

Millions of fragile crystal falling to the ground

All of their uniqueness, becoming nothing at all

Observation - October 4th, 2019, Friday

Observation

It is 6:00 and I am at the airport in Minneapolis.

The concourse is teeming with people, travelers.

I am flying to New York to see my friend and watch the Twins battle the Yankees.

There is reggae playing at a bar I am sitting at.

The bar is closed.

I was the first to take a seat here, and now the number of people has multiplied.

A cooked poked his head out from the kitchen, he looked like he is wondering what we are all doing sitting here.

He looked a little nervous, like he is wondering how the day will begin, starting with a full house.

I wonder if it is normal, or if my precipitous seating brought about the wave.

Observation - September 4th, 2019, Wednesday

Kitty is speaking to me

She wants to know where her taste of butter is

Her meow is simultaneously a question and a complaint

She moves of her perch by the window

Crosses the carpet to where I sit at my desk

She nudges me, to get me up

To go to the kitchen and lift the lid on the dish where

The stick of soft butter rests

Dab my finger into it and return

She has taken her spot on the arm of the couch

The place she receives her daily treats

She is speaking to me

It took you long enough is what I hear in her meow

She licks the butter from my finger tip

Lays down to clean her paws

Observation - July 4th, 2019, Thursday

It is cool in the morning, and sunny

People walking by the lakeside, dogs alongside them

The air is still

The face of the water is smooth and glassy

Millfoil breaking the surface near the fishing dock, by the shore

Listen to the walleye jumping

The sound of running shoes thumping

It is slow on the street