Portrait of the shore in November
Trains off in the distance keep going by. There might be a set of train tracks somewhere nearby. I feel cold but only because I have a light hoodie on. Its raining but only enough to make sounds and sploshes on the ground. Its been like this since sometime last night. All the houses here look as though they’ve been here for a long time but all built with varying ideas of what they needed. The brick colored house across the street looks as though it were pulled of a stereotypical 1960s house in the suburbs of Chicago with a small middle to upper class family living there. It has a single car garage set back behind the house with probably four feet of faded and chipping white picket fence to separate it from the house next door. The one next to it on the right though looks very beach-y with its porch near the second roof. Maybe people sit up there and have coffee in the mornings during the summer. Its too cold up there right now though. It would probably sleep 10–15 people if we’re estimating by beach-house standards. There are birds chirping which is strange for the cold weather and the rain. They must be waiting for the rain to stop. A bird just flew by me and landed on the railing. It was soaked and made a heavy sound when it flew like a soaked shirt flapping outside a car window on the way home from the beach. No one is out on the street. There were a few people yesterday but I haven’t seen a single person out today. There are so many VW beetles here. Probably a dozen on this street alone in all sorts of colors and models from light-blue originals to black brand new ones. The mess of above ground telephone lines perplexes me as they have so many storms here. It must be the age of the area and the fact that people don’t want their street dug up to put the lines below the ground. You can see that they have fallen and snapped. Almost every line is patched. There is even a wire hanging from a pole down the street. It looks dead, though, I won’t be the first to make sure. The rain continues. I think I’ll go inside and make some hot tea and read my book in the loft.