I removed the air conditioner from one of my two bedroom windows. It allows for a steady and impressive breeze to blow in from one end of the apartment and out the other. Outside I hear that cool wind blow through the trees. My curtains and blinds wave in that same wind, too.
Across the ally my neighbor plays his piano, a very eclectic mix of songs, many I know and some I don’t. He plays slowly, deliberately, loudly, too. And takes frequent breaks. Perhaps to think about something. Then he plays on again.
I’m atop my bed, dressed, with today’s newspaper in a pile next to me and a notebook filled with this morning’s ideas on top of that. But it is getting late – it is past noon already – and there are things to do.
I should stop first in Uptown and have a beer with friends giddy for yet another day of doing that sort of thing. Then over to the university where other friends will be having a giddy beer before this afternoon’s football game. And then toward the end of the day a party being billed as a barn dance. I’m dressed for it already. Vest, tie, and checked shirt. I like the look. I think it suits me.
But right now I am too much at peace to really want to do anything. That breeze blows, the neighbor plays, and I just sit in the midst of it all. It isn’t such a bad place to be.