I know I haven’t been writing. Life. It gets in the way.

Tonight I was sitting out on the front walk, in my pink plastic Adirondack chair that a friend gave me, observing the goings on of a Friday night. It is different sitting out front. I am obscured by the plantings I have, though sitting in plain sight. If you are looking. I didn’t have any discernible lights on, that would illuminate me. Because I am on a concrete walk, near the concrete step, and not far from the street, there are not as many bugs as out back. I can sit there and not get hammered by mosquitos. I love being quiet, hidden, and watching the movements of the neighborhood. Traffic, people in and out of their houses, parties, a few fire works, and the fireflies. And the street lights.

I must say, I have been in a bit of a slump. But tonight, I got invigorated again. Sitting, thinking, watching, and suddenly, ahhhh. The creative thoughts start to flow, the darkness and the minimal light start to show themselves. The patterns in the darkness of the trees, the brightness of the street light hitting the telephone and power lines. The foreground and the background. The silvery grays, the deep blues and all the colors in between, that are barely there.

Its exciting. Can I pull it off in a new way? Because, yes, I’ve done it before. But it could look new, if I get it right. So, I look, I try to memorize, and I hope that the weather is the same tomorrow night so I can set up and be ready to give it a go. What are the chances of that?