by Larry McNerney

Created on: July 10, 2010

The weekend was warm and cloudless.  Not hot, not blistering, not be-tiring, no endless thing.  Today is cloud and cool, and wind is above us all.   Endless hot and cold and properties of nature, and science. condensation causes vapor to rise and form on dust, and a cloud is stirring over all.   Heat in Pittsburg by the Delta, but not too close.  Fog, and foggy mornings and an end to the heat, until it burns off.  It was 95 on a Saturday.   The ocean lies out my door, down the street and a javelin's toss to the end of land. Birds fly over and make noise and drop greetings to all below.   Blue-jays sit upon the red bottle brush next door, and a dog walks by. Another day in Suburbia, another day of waiting to see that next thing.   Hawks fly by, wafting upon thermals, looking down to prey. The gull flies over the shore just to plop into the water for his lunch, he prays.   I saw a coyote last week.  Never outside a zoo, and there he was, alone. Something in his mouth gave him a crooked smile.  I returned a laugh, and drove off.   Something else may come my way, soon.  Another hot summer and there will be clouds they say.  I will wait to see the next thing.  While I await her return   My lady, of the house, she will be back tonight.  I always want to shout hello to her. My grandson came home, the TV is on upstairs.  I await my lady, and the end of the day.      

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