Life is like a train ride. It is not always going straight or to be a steady journey. It is full of surprises and uncertainties. We can’t always see what’s ahead of us, and we don’t know what’s expecting us after the turn. It may be a bit unsettling, but at the same time it is filled with possibilities.
I discovered this message written in chalk on pedestrian paths all over our community today. Some look pretty fresh. But a few look like someone tried to erase the information.
Today is one of those days that I feel oddly uninspired. I had to force myself to get out and capture a few images, still nothing seemed interesting.
What happened yesterday still flashes before my eyes. I lit a votive candle for the one that left this world so soon, so unexpectedly. I’m really sorry.. R.I.P.
There were lots of stuff we sold, got rid of, or left behind when we moved here from New York. I kept and brought this small birdhouse on the day we left the East Coast. I remember my companion gave me a kind of funny look. But I didn’t care.
I painted that birdhouse. I even painted the roof red to match the trim color of our house. It was placed on top of a shadowbox fence under a massive pine tree. There were countless occupants over the years. Yes, this small birdhouse always reminds me of our small white house in New York.
The paint on the red roof has peeled off and it also serves no purpose now since I have it on the ground. It’s purely decorative, and a remnant of our life before the City Different.
It’s far from reality, but I do wish everyone would have a sweet life..
I was drawn by the macarons dedicated to Ukraine. Then I thought about what a cruel, crazy world we are living in.. I guess the title for today’s post might be considered insensitive. I mean no offense to anyone. But I do wish that we all could at least try to get along, no matter what differences we may have in this “me, me, me” society..
“Listen to your heart.” I remind myself. The future is still unwritten. The most difficult decisions are the ones you care most. When the time comes, you will know..
Everything changes constantly whether we are paying attention or not. It’s all around us, at every moment. And time, waits for no one.
In anticipation of tomorrow’s destructive strong winds, we decided to move our usual Sunday routine ahead of time by one day. My companion did his walk in the neighborhood and I my 5K run. After a shower, we went into town to have a somewhat late lunch at Iconik Red on Cerrillos Road. Upon arrival, there was Jazzy live music playing, which was a really pleasant surprise. My companion doesn’t care much about Jazz, but we stayed longer than usual because he knows that I do..
My companion had a scheduled physical therapy this afternoon. After driving him there, I went for a walk in the neighborhood. It’s hard to miss the massive pink trees. Most of the cherry trees in the area have bloomed. It was wonderful being immersed in pink. The world was undeniably beautiful, at least for a moment..
This is one of my favorite spots in our neighborhood. I still remember that many years ago that when my companion and I went out for long walk together. This was the place where he was looking forward to. I’m sure he still makes a stop there and takes a break during his routine walk.
I can picture him sitting there, adjusting his breathing right now in my head..