Friday, September 24, 2010

Homing....



(I jotted this down one late afternoon last month while waiting on dear Farmer.... I'll try to get some photos of my little hometown.  I only wish you could see the "photos" in my mind of that day... )



Sitting in our small town at 6 p.m. on a week night....  

Watching the folks drive past on their way home...the blue-collar workers in their company trucks, tools of their labor hanging over and off-- wooden boards, ladders, unknown metal, resting also on the drive.

The white-color professionals in their cars coming into town from the big city... collars unbuttoned, ties loosened, maybe heels off for the women.  Relaxing in the late day sunlight.

The bowling teams arrive at the bowling alley... the jokes and teasing and laughter floating over the car.

Listening to the town slow down.... quiet down... from the hectic pace of a working day...
The cool evening breeze blowing the sun ever westward... toward setting .... toward the slanted, more golden light of Autumn... not quite here yet, but the promise is ...

And as the shadows lengthen, the Courthouse clock chimes the hours ....

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