Observations part I

So, when I can't think of anything to write, but feel the need to write nonetheless, I will post what I can see through my window. Very descriptively and whatnot, just so I have something to do. It seems that is all I use my blog for anyways, to get my mind away from utter boredom. Although it doesn't always work, sometimes it gets me aggravated even. That is only because of a bit of writers block that I've been having lately. Which sucks, but still I continue. On with the observations.


The sky is a sheet of white clouds, not a break between them. A solid mass of colourless space. Four trees break the oppression of the white mass, some with new branches, still bright green. These being evergreen trees they will not drop all needles, only a few every once in a while. The tree closest to me is surrounded in lines, whether they be telephone or power lines I do not know, nor do I care. Although it looks like its about to fall onto my house at times, then perfectly still as well. The others, free standing, sway in the strengthening wind. Like dancers they wave their branches, inviting yet forlorn. A gentle mist of rain grows heavier and trickles on the house. Falling seemingly from no where, for there is no dark clouds, no obvious source. But my window remains dry, because there is an over hang, providing shelter close to the house. Old Christmas lights from past renters present colour to the otherwise white overhang, rusted staples still holding them up. They will come down someday, when I have the time. A white house with a red roof sits across from me, its satellite dish absorbing waves that produce the television my neighbours watch.

Currently that is all I can see out my window. I know there is more in the world then the area my window portrays, but that doesn't mean that I have to accept that right now. Maybe tomorrow. But for now, I live in the peace of the storm.