A Friday off
I've forgotten how nice it is to have a day off on a weekday. It was so lovely today, feels like a summer day even though we're supposed to be in the middle of winter. Had planned to take the L train to the zoo, but Lee got so sore that I wanted to go on my own without him, so I ended by just walking at the beach.
The sand was all glittery and a strange dark grey. Quite magical. I later realized with all the charred remains of trunks of pine that that dark grey sand is the remain of ashes from burnt Christmas trees. Wondered if those sparkling things come from resin from the trees. Lee would know, but he's at work. Then there were these strange birds-like miniature seagulls pecking at the receding surf, for microbes maybe? Because when I took a peek to see what they were feasting on, all I saw were sea foam and bubbles.
Found paper thin shells of crabs, dead days maybe weeks. They were blown about by the sea wind. Found a wounded bee struggling on the wet sand. Didn't help it, because I had made up my mind that I was not to take anything from the shore today, and was to only be a spectator.
Then walked home along the perimeter of the zoo and around the lake. It was only 2pm but the shadows were already slanted like it was four, they were purplish and blue too. Saw and smelt the Eucalyptus trees that are Lee's favorite. In the afternoon light all the leaves were glowing translucent, except for the Eucalyptus leaves that were silver blades. Got sentimental and wanted to write a poem for/about Lee, but then the feeling passed and has evaporated since. Thought of Jamba juice instead.
Found pussywillow, wild ones along the lake. Thought of the ones we used to buy in Singapore for Chinese New Year and the reddish brown husks that duck would peel impatient for them to bloom their fuzzy blossoms.
Got so tired by the walking that I had to sit. Watched two blue birds flirt. Got home after 3 hours of walking, am contemplating the bed. Outside, someone is washing dishes in one of the houses, I can hear the sound of plates stacking, glass clinking to the disappearing daylight. A perfect way to end this lovely day.
