I watch from my isolation chamber: cozy, confined, comfortable, constricted.
My casa secures me during this time of fear, concern and self-incarceration, so I watch.
I watch the sky lighten, fill with color, provide moisture, heat the planet, and darken.
I watch my roommates tug for possession of canine toys, growling, chasing, then sleeping as siblings soothed by the other’s presence.
I watch the steady swing of the antique clock’s pendulum and hear its deep bass voice announcing each passing hour.
I watch the sun filtering around my garden highlighting one blossom, then another.
I watch the woman in repose. Is she surrendering or readying herself to rise for another encounter?
I watch the antics and mis-actions of government leaders during a time of medical crisis engulfing the planet and causing this ‘social distancing’.
I watch my aloneness, my boredom, my gratitude, my laughter, my rants, my tears. I watch myself.
I watch each day’s progression from birth to death cocooned in my self-imposed cell of seclusion.
This is my life: watching.
My contribution to this week’s Weekly Prompt of The Watcher from https://nansfarm.net/2020/07/25/the-twitcher/
8 thoughts on “Watching”
Do you go upstairs to enjoy the view from the empty Unit 6? I thought that top picture might have been taken from there.
Yes, the Tabbs have encouraged me to go up anytime. Susan called last week and wanted me to get some sunrise pics for Steve plus pics of some of their plants on the patio.
I think we can all relate. Linda
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Thanks. We are all affected.
I think this is life for most of us now.
Yep. Studying our navels!
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