Every day, turmoil and more turmoil. When you think it can't get worse, it does. Marches, injustices, violence, a Ball of Confusion.
One could wish we could leave our homes and just find a place to sit, watching the tide roll away.
Friday, while writing my post, I was reminded of the song "Sitting On the Dock of the Bay", sung by Otis Redding. I started incorporating some (sort of) lyrics into my post, and at least one of my readers caught on.
Today, remembering the magical hour or so I sat by Skaneateles Lake in New York State on Wednesday, drowsy in the afternoon sun and forgetting my cares, I wonder what would happen if I made that dock my home.
What would probably happen is that winter would come, and I would have to head on home.
So here I am, at home, in my yard, one one of the last warm days of the years. We've had a light frost already, and trees are starting to turn in our area.
It's only a matter of time before winter comes, but until then, I will enjoy the remaining days of sunshine.
Here is the song. Enjoy.
I always loved that song and Otis Redding. Watching the tides roll away has a great attraction, maybe because we came from the water and it reminds us of home. It speaks of peace and these days we need peace wherever we can find it.
ReplyDeleteI love that song too. I give him poetic license to say "Frisco" to get two syllables! NO ONE from there calls it that! He wrote the first verse on a houseboat in the SF Bay city of Sausalito. It's still a houseboat community.
ReplyDeleteGreat song. Enjoy the yard while you can, winter is coming.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a peaceful place to sit and watch the world go by, for a time at least.
ReplyDeleteSuch pretty flowers.
ReplyDeleteI had that feeling on Thursday. All the news was so bad, I unplugged a day early...
ReplyDeletePretty flowers! I like the song.
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