The Sounds of Sunday

I had a slow day today, since everything’s closed on Sundays. I hung around the apartment, hung out with my building mates for a while. I always have fun when a group of us just sit down to talk.

I sat outside on my balcony again today and had a very Rear Window-ish experience in that I was creeping on all the neighbors. My balcony looks over this little courtyard that has buildings with their own little balconies all around it. There’s someone right below and across from me that always has baskets and baskets of fruit sitting on their balcony that I want to try and fish for. There was an old lady above and to the right watering plants, a younger mom below her hanging baby clothes up to dry, a father to the left working to fix something while his little daughter ‘helped’. I just liked listening—someone far to the right was blasting music, the dad was hammering, a dog barked, a door opened, people who knew each other would occasionally emerge at the same time and call out to each other. I don’t know what it was but there was something I really liked about it all—even when I was inside I kept my window open so I could listen.