A Peaceful Morning

My neighborhood gets up late on Sundays so if you’re smart, like me, you’ll revel in having the Park all to yourself.

I decided to saunter my first loop taking in my surroundings since the sweet sound of quiet proved irresistible.

There I was happy as can be when who comes ambling over the reservoir fence cool as a furry cucumber but a teenage raccoon.

“A teenager?”

“Oh come on, who else would so casually miss his curfew?”

We politely made eye contact and of course my built in caution LIGHT went off.

So you’re not going to bite me now are ya so I’ll have to spend the whole day in the emergency room dictating my will?

I swear I heard him sigh then say, “get a grip lady, I’ve had a long night,” before scampering up his tree.

That’s what I get for barking up the wrong one.

I watched the ducks and geese swimming in slow formation; no quacking whatsoever. They reminded me of The June Taylor Dancers on the old Jackie Gleason show. Of course, it could have been some kind of church service. You never know with nature since she’s made it no secret she has her own style of doing things. Usually those little aquatics are sleeping at that hour, at least during the week.

The squirrels were also in full swing looking as if they were landscaping; digging, weeding perhaps? In any event, they were very busy. An isolated bunch were swinging through the trees like The Flying Wallendas. I pictured them in lights and tights with Italian names being paid in nuts instead of euros.

I then noticed some creature up ahead hanging off the fence. Another truant raccoon perhaps? It turned out to be some brunette with lots of hair on her cell phone. Hey, without my glasses I see many things that aren’t there.

Finally the masses began to arrive in their various get-ups. I look like one of the boat people when I run giving the term ‘dressing-down’ all new meaning. You can never call me an athletic ‘fashionista’ while I’m circling the track, that’s for sure. I want to put in my miles and skedaddle, not flirt and attract though a raccoon here and there I can’t say I’d mind.

Since now having scads of company, I picked up speed and it became just another day but for that first glorious 45 minutes nature took me by the hand and we strolled.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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4 Responses to A Peaceful Morning

  1. Alva Chinn says:

    Love this. I felt as if I were there with you.


  2. Ted Jonathan says:

    A curfew breaking raccoon, June Taylor Dancers, acrobat squirrels foregoing Euros for nuts
    . . . Good morning!


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