Partly Cloudy And Not Too Warm Morning Coffee Muses
After yesterday’s rains, the whole world seems to need drying. But the air has a fresh washed feel to it, like the pollen has been washed away with the runoff. Blue skies, bluebirds, blue jays… it feels totally springlike. If this winter is any indication, summer will be a real hell raiser… but enough about politics.
The breeze is blowing from the west still. The ceiling fans are blowing from above. The sun is warming everything nicely, not too hot, not too cool… one of the few perfect mornings on the porch. If this isn’t spring it sure should be.
The last week or so I’ve noticed an increase in the number of aircraft frying over. It’s like they’ve moved one of the west to east flight lanes to pass just to the south of here. It reminds me of Estes Park. Sitting on the porch there you railways had at least one if not two passenger jets in sight at all times. At least it’s not like when I grew up under the glide path to Hobby. In the 50’s and the 60’s that was bad. It seemed as if the planes were going to scrape the tree tops as they passed over. The windows rattled, the whole house vibrated as the sound grew and grew… eventually they changed the way the aircraft approached the airport to minimise the noise.
Things to do, places to be…