I'll miss..
Gray streaks of Spanish moss hanging from live oaks in Audubon Park.
White egrets perched in dead trees in the center of the city.
A piano and a song.
Lazy Saturdays.
The tinkling music of the ice cream truck and the calliope on the river.
The statue people.
The cool breeze from the lake when the heat and humidity have become unbearable.
Metal buckets full of ice and beer strapped to the backs of mammoth delivery cockroaches at the Country Flame.
Tourist traps full of booby beads and gaudy souvenirs, blaring Zydeco music into the streets.
White egrets perched in dead trees in the center of the city.
A piano and a song.
Lazy Saturdays.
The tinkling music of the ice cream truck and the calliope on the river.
The statue people.
The cool breeze from the lake when the heat and humidity have become unbearable.
Metal buckets full of ice and beer strapped to the backs of mammoth delivery cockroaches at the Country Flame.
Tourist traps full of booby beads and gaudy souvenirs, blaring Zydeco music into the streets.
posted by Autumn at 1:01 PM
2 Comments:
fast moving mid-afternoon rainstorms, that flood half the neighborhood and leave the sky slightly darkened and the magnolia petals scattered,
there is a lot to miss, a strange tarnished beauty, decay and tangled unstoppabale life,
Yes! I remember a day when St. Andrew was completely flooded, even beyond the sidewalk. I sat on the porch and watched the rushing waters. Really, rushing, like a river. The St. Andrew River. And there was a live oak with drooping branches that dipped into the water, dragging along with the current for a few feet. And the breeze was warm and wet. I was listening to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto No. 3 when the storm blew up, and the pianist had just gotten to that point when the melody IS a brewing storm. It was an incredible moment.
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