Something peculiar.

On a rather warm November afternoon, I sat outside my sister’s home and watched her neighbors go about their everyday lives. Through the windows of the home directly across the street from where I sat, I watched a woman by the name of Patti play fetch with her oversized puppy.  The teenage boy who lives to the right of my sister arrived home, went inside, and then came back out with a lit cigarette. We shared a moment as he sat on the steps of his home and I on the steps of my sister’s home.  I gazed at him and he across the street with a look of content then confusion.

Following his gaze, I found a woman about the age of 20 standing at the top of home converted into apartments. She had a punk-ish look about her as she hurriedly stomped down the stairs to the apartment’s shared mail box. She took out what seemed to be a few envelopes and a magazine then threw them to the ground in frustration. She then climbed into her white Jeep Rangler and speed away as fast as she could in mid shift. Seconds after she fled the mail throwing scene, a white Neon slowly pulled in front of the house converted apartments and proceeded to parallel park for five minutes. Normally, this would not be too strange but seeing as there were no other cars in sight it should not have been that difficult to creep to a stop. Finally, after another minute or so a woman in her mid-50’s wobbled out of the car and up to the shared mailbox where she leaned over to retrieve the previously thrown mail. Halfway through her ascent up she threw the mail back down then went inside her apartment.

I looked over for my moment-sharing-teenage –boy-friend and found that he had left.  There was no one there to share this peculiar yet totally normal incident with and all of a sudden I felt unconnected with the rest of the human population. It was almost as though I was a blade of grass waving in the wind waiting to be cut down in preparation for winter. But…I am not a blade of grass; I am a human and I have a blog.