I don’t write them down . But I collect sentences in my head. Sentences I read or hear which seem perfect to me…
1. When the sun set, colours appeared and no one knew their name.
2. He hadn’t lived in his new house long enough to find his way to the bathroom in the dark.
3. I was an owl but he was a lark and couldn’t stay up late to wait for the comets…
I wish I could come up with the definitive description of what I am seeing today. A perfect sentence. But I as usual I will rely on an appropriate story from days gone by…so here it goes.
This one is from Christmas Eve when I was a young, so young that my father was still around. My father wasn’t much of a father. He had a very nice smile but not much else going for him as fathers go.. We spent Christmas Eve at my parents friends house.. The adults celebrated upstairs and the kids were sent to the basement to entertain themselves..
I was the youngest of the group. I think there were five us down there. The TV was turned on. The lights were turned off , We settled in to watch Hitchcock’s “The Birds”. Apparently KVOS TV felt that if you were watching TV on a Christmas Eve you deserved to have the *^*& scared out of you…
I was probably four years old and the memory of those birds coming through the windows is still with me.. (I remember the birds more than my father)
We have two eagles hanging around the house.. I guess they are waiting for the herring. We are waiting for the herring also and when we go town next week we had better not miss it.. If we do, I may never leave the island again. I have named the two eagles Henley and Walsh and loaded a couple of videos of them under the utube site. They sit on the branches outside our living room window. We can spy on them hunting for fish.
Today it was a great day in the garden. Cloudy and ten degrees. perfect for pulling salal, moving ashes to my rock garden and puttering about. The whole time I was up there the eagles were yapping … I am pretty sure they were discussing how they could have Sami for lunch.
When I came back to the house the two of them were sitting on the branch in front of my window. They are beautiful and majestic. But I can’t help but be reminded of The Birds and that if they wanted to fly through the window and
attack, they could.