This evening, a glimpse of the sky and clouds from a window about twenty minutes before sunset drew me outside, and prompted me to take a short walk around the neighborhood. It has been something I’ve done sporadically in the six years I’ve owned my house, and something my boyfriend and his dog and I did regularly for a month or two last summer, before life — as it always does — intervened.
Tonight I started out just looking at the clouds, because I find them fascinating, particularly when they are piled high and lit by the setting sun.
The outdoor space at The Fridge was hopping, and easily half of the people there were as mesmerized by the clouds as I was. I’d have stopped if it had been less crowded, but I was satisfied with continuing my walk, instead.
I love my neighborhood, and need to get back in the habit of wandering through it and seeing what there is to see, because there’s always something.