Walkabout

Walking at six in the morning is pleasant especially now that the air is cool and crisp. Summer finally loosed her hold on Birmingham. It’s miasmal humidity is now heavy dewdrops strewing diadems on leaves, fading blossoms, and blades of grass.

Most of my neighbor’s windows are still dark; it appears that I am the only witness to the day’s dawning. As the sun lifts night’s the hazy veil from the city, I walk out my door and turn onto 14th Avenue toward the part of town we call Southside. There are houses, apartments, small businesses, the SouthSide Police precinct, a wonderful old house restored and housing a B&B, restaurants, and more. On Highland I pass by silent offices of attorneys and architects; churches and synagogues; restaurants cleaning up from the night before; and the coffee shop just opening to a waiting crowd and putting out the outdoor tables; people running themselves or being walked by their dogs; the Golden Temple Health store is receiving goods through a darkened door; the post office with a single light on in the back where a few postal workers sort the day’s mail.

The sky is blue and the fall sun is politely warm knowing winter is just around the bend, and no longer can he beat on us unmercifully. To each season…

Home, up the stairs and put the coffee on, a little time scribbling in my journal on my balcony to contemplate my blessings.

Life is good.