this morning #1930.

this morning, from the comfort of the couch out on her front porch, she sat with her cup of tea & kept watch over the cul de sac. watched as her neighbors emerged from their homes & started their days. every single morning. never waves. only watches from her front porch perch, no one quite sure if she’s doing so in a caring way or if it’s done out of disdain. i gave up on waving to her pretty quickly after moving here. had enough of her stone-faced reactions. if she wants to be that way, wants to live in a world where her only goal is to observe, good for her. if her silence isn’t hurting anyone, i suppose i should just leave her alone. i’d still like to know what scenarios she’s dreamed up about me though.