sweet sunset tunes

A few days ago, I moved my bed next to the windowsill and though I’ve been such a homebody lately, I’ve been able to enjoy today’s sunny weather (a rarity in Seattle) in my apartment all day long. It’s always nice to wake up to the sun shining through the blinds but it’s also very nice to actually be able to enjoy a sunset because there was any sun out at all during the day to set in the first place. It’s a little past 7:00PM and it’s only now starting to dim. 

Here I sit on my bed, finally finding time to read the book that I’ve been meaning to finish for what seems like forever ago, and I hear the gentle sounds of a guitar strumming away out on the streets. Coupled with the orange sky above, the music sounds so dreamy and I slip into reverie. 

There is a middle-aged man with a haircut and shave well overdue, dressed in a thrifted fur coat on the corner of 47th and the Ave with a guitar wrapped around his shoulders. Usually I’d pass by these “homeless” people with no sympathy, not even giving them a glance, whenever they would ask for change or a helping hand. I’m quick to judge and as I feel righteous of having the things I have, I mock those on the streets for not trying hard enough to make the short lives we are all gifted of worth nothing but begging on the streets. Fate is brutal but alterable. You are the only one in power to make of what you have and if it isn’t anything impressive, I assumed that they weren’t worth my time.

But here I sit by my window, yearning for the humble musician on the Ave to play more and more. I smile for no particular reason and I am simply grateful for all that is happening in the ambient stillness around me. I am probably one of the man’s many audiences that are secretly enjoying his music as much as myself. He had made my evening so rich and delightful. I thank him for his sweet sweet melodies.

Looking up at a sign that was hung on a fire escape at 3:00am, sleepless and delusional…

Friend: What does that sign say?
Me: No Defecation. You silly blind person.
Friend: No defecation? Why would people take shits off the fire escape in mid air?
Me: Oh wait… it says No Deficiencies.
Friend: And you tell me I’m blind.