THE NEIGHBORHOOD

The sky stretches on forever.. at sunset, orange and gold bursts of glory  fill the horizon.
There is green wherever your eye rests,   pines thrusting into the expanse of blue and white. Palm trees lining the perimeter like toy soldiers.

Little stunted bushes, and azaleas plants who have lost their flowers until Spring.
The sidewalk meanders for miles, peppered with couples strolling along with their fur babies, or  sweaty hard cores jogging with steely resolve, or  the ramblers, more interested in conversation than cardio.

The homes are like little doll houses around the square, pastels and muted colors in various shapes and sizes each with a patch of green in front. A porch filled with patio chairs and stylish planters.

Even with so much to see, wide open spaced  are everywhere.
I can breath here.  A little square park sits in the middle of it all
 perfect for kite flying and star gazing. It's fountain gurgles night and day welcoming thirsty birds.

A short walk takes you to a pond.. home to two snowy white ducks who must sometimes share it with mallards on their way to somewhere more exotic.

It is a place of water and blue sky, and sunsets, and stars and sidewalks. The sounds of a dog barking , breezes blowing through the pines, frogs on a Summer night.   Often a plane flies overhead rumbling and low but somehow pleasant sounding.
In December lights of every color twinkle outside the houses or draped across bushes.
Sometimes massive characters in  primary colors stand grinning at nothing on the front lawns, in they morning they are in a heap like melted crayons.
Sometimes sparkles and showers of light and sound fill the July sky
and children shriek and shout with the excitement of seeing fire and color  explode into the heavens
It is called Godley Park.. the name is reverent but welcoming.
My home, where I belong.