On my porch and very quiet. Just the highway noise but the birds are quiet. Now that I have written that, they are very loud and excited.
I can see the line of clouds over Port and Welland… just blue skies here. The wind is chilly when it passes through. They are getting lake effect snow, we are getting magic snow. Little tiny flakes are falling slowly but so few of them you can count them. Where do they come from if not a cloud?
Definitely quieter highway noise on a Saturday morning. You can pick out the individual trucks a bit more. It is broken up by 3 long blasts from a train in the distance. The birds that were so quiet a minute ago have now all started chattering at once. It is quite the production adding to that the sound of quick wings flapping. The birds are happy. I don’t need to ask why, just contented with the outcome. The air is so still until I wrote that sentence, now the flag moves slightly. The daily ritual of my neighbour walking his older dog Chief, usually end with the dog getting carried home. He is happy to be outside nonetheless. You don’t ask why, you are just contented with the outcome.
This is the earliest I have been out on my porch so far since writing. I see flurries falling in one streetlight but not the other. Very localized system. The hum of the highway is predominant this morning, not a sound from a bird anywhere. The air is still but still a city smell to it. A crash of late melting ice falls to the side of the porch. The couch is alone no more on the boulevard today… but it shall join it’s friends in the truck. It would have made a great penalty box for street hockey.
A Toronto Star gets hand delivered to the retired couple next door…seems like a dying trade to hold a tangible newspaper . But some of us hang on to these habits like comfort food. A neighbour puts on his good slippers, visits his garage and adds to his collection of recycling and garbage on the curb as if THIS was the last one. There will be another truck, I can smell it.
It seems a little darker but brighter this morning. Snowflakes are slowly falling to the ground. There is so little of them, you can follow their decent, you can even count them. The flakes remind me of the flying pattern of tiny summer bugs. A neighbour and her young dog have walked by stopping every 10 m. It seems she is training the dog to walk. The birdfeeder gang are quieter than usual this morning as if keeping the food to themselves. A slight wind in the winter makes the air colder but makes my thawed flag fly proudly. It must be difficult for a bird to land on a branch when it is moving. Darker grey clouds in the sky today is contrasted with brighter blue skies to the south. The wind increases and takes away my ability to breathe. That has always been a frustrating part of winter for me. The snow has stopped, the dark clouds a little brighter with a hint of red from the sun rising. What was dark can be bright again.