Word Pictures: A View From Kirkwood
Today I’m going to try something different. I’m going to describe what I see, as I’m sitting here.
I’m sitting on a metal chair, looking at a hilly Iowa country side in the distance. It’s late fall so there is a lot of brown, some oranges, and a good bit of green yet. When I look out toward the horizon I still see the fog from this morning, refusing to leave. The grey sky casts a grim mood over the view. As I look closer to me, I see brown apartments. A variety of cars are parked in front of the apartments. Roving yet closer with my eyes, I see the main parking lot for the building I’m in. It’s population of cars has been dwindling through out the day and the lot is now at about a quarter of its capacity. Between the parking lot and me is a common area, surrounded by tall grasses, paved with rock, divided by sidewalks, and dotted with abstract art and shrubs. I see all this through rain speckled windows which are divided by metal supports.
Till Next Time-