Nature Observations...We Should Do This More Often

     It is 12:15 PM and I forgot to do my blogs again. I hear running footsteps in teh apartment from my balcony. I hear the rolling of wheels, most likely from a valise of some sort. My predictions are true, because I see what looks like a couple running to what is probably their apartment, after a trip from a faraway, carefree land. They are back to face the hearsh reality of what their life is, not at that relaxing vacation spot. I hear the chirping of crickets from my balcony, which looks very beautiful by the way, especially at this hour. It looks as if my balcony was captured from a scene in Tuscany, with flowerbeds on teh railings and a pot overflowing with pink flowers above my head. It seems perfect outside, but the glass door leading to the inside of my house ls me see the image of my sister sitting and vegetating on the couch, with flashes of light hitting her face from the television ten feet away in the otherwise, dark room. I would much rather be out here than in there. Thanks for assiging this blog Ms. Kirkman.
     I taste the rosemary plant that is directly by my side, and it tastes tangy and reminds me of sweet potato fries from Granville Cafe. Why does everything come down to food in my head? That and basketball, which reminds me that I have a game tomorrow, a very important game. I am going to give it my all and work collectively with my team to ensure success, whose fate only lies in our hands. I cannot see what I am writing because it is so dark, and I am beginning to think my bladder is getting weaker because I just moved my position and peed a little. I will google things that strengthen my bladder later. As the half hour is coming to an unfortunate close, I see a petal from the flower pot hanging above my head fall onto the table that I rest my feet on. A piece of the whole has just left its home. I guess that is what all life comes down to. Dropping away from your comfort zone into a cold, unforgiving place, such as this table. Learning to adapt is the turning point, though, which is why I just placed this flower petal into the soil of the flowerbed laying beside me to act as a compost to new life from its newly finished life.