As I sit on my front porch watching traffic go by I begin to think about my blessings on this dreary but beautiful day. I have so much to be grateful for and sometimes like most I forget but then I'm reminded. Feeling the cool breeze sweep across my face I almost want to fall asleep and I might have if I had a lounger on my porch.
I watch the cars that drive through my neighborhood and I wonder how they got this far without breaking down and it's amazing that there isn't much more accidents on my street because no one ever stops at the stop sign, most do a rolling stop but never a complete stop.
When I'm crossing my street I feel like I'm playing russian roulette because very rarely do they stop and they sometimes will curse you out if you take too long crossing.
I find that sitting outside is so refreshing and it's also a way to clear the head.
My neighborhood is never boring so before going in for the evening I skittled to the corner store to grab chocolate.
Again I'm grateful for just being able to indulge in my passion for writing and sharing what I write because I know not too many people have the privilege and so I'm blessed.
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