Windchimes and Suburbs

He lives across the street in a beautiful brick house.  I sit on my porch waiting for him to leave his house.  He always has a ball in his hand.  He plays all different sports and I can always tell what the season is by which ball he carries.

Sometimes he will check on the mail and wave to me.  I will wave back politely.  If it is a windy day, the wind chimes will make beautiful music and I sit back and close my eyes, but I always know when he is close.  I can feel his presence.

The suburbs used to be quite boring until he moved in across the street.  If only I could get the nerve to learn his name and introduce myself.  Until then, I will sit here and enjoy the scenery.

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17 thoughts on “Windchimes and Suburbs

  1. That’s sad. Seems he is her whole world and she is too shy to introduce herself to him. Excellent story with a good ‘moral to the story.’ Welcome to FFfAW! We are happy you are here and hope you will continue. 🙂

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