I'm sitting outside in what is universally accepted as an ugly place to live. It really is. I mean, sure, we can make an argument that even ugly places have their own version of beauty, and I suppose that's true in this case. But over all, in a completely general way, this city is ridiculously ugly. My eyes don't look outside here and think wow! Look at that view! I'm so glad I get to see this every day!
There comes a time in the day where the brown ugly sandy-ness disappears under the shadow of the sun hiding behind the mountain. The brown ugly mountains put on their masquerade mask of the night time and I tend to find myself smitten. This place is beautiful...but only at dawn and dusk.
I love watching the mountains morph from this ugly brown to a deep dark blue. They stand so majestically against the pale blue sky and the orange glowing sun. Everything seems so peaceful at this time of day. Everything seems so simple.
The world is beginning to drift off to sleep and the night time crazies have not ventured out yet. The world is settling down. At least, the world as I know it from my back porch. In this random of moments I am content.
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