I was annoyed that I had to move my car this morning, because it was parked in a street sweeping zone. If I did not move it before noon, I would get a $73 parking ticket. Reluctantly, I went outside and then absentmindedly walked in the wrong direction.
The previous night, I arrived home late from a job at 1:30 AM, and I had to park four blocks away. I momentarily forgot WHICH late night parking adventure was the previous night and I was heading to a another street parking space in the opposite direction.
I turned around and decided to walk a different way back to my car. This route was slightly longer, but shaded with trees. It was a sunny morning and the California Mocking Birds were singing their unique songs. I imitated them with whistling and fancied that they replied. As I walked, I whistled to the birds and they sang back. It seemed as if the entire neighborhood of birds had come alive with singing and whistling. I could hear them in the back yards of houses and on the opposite block. Just before arriving at my car, I found a neatly bagged collection of recyclable drink bottles left by the curb; and added it to the collection in the trunk. On the way back to my apartment, an empty parking space was found on the same block just a few buildings down. I parked my car and walked home.
A beautiful day.
copyright (c) 2015
William Schaeffer
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