On the street, a woman opened her window and scrubbed the windowsill. Another shook the crumbs out of a tablecloth. Still another just stood outside her open door and watched the world go by; she was eventually joined by a man. Several windows had laundry hanging down. And with my window open, I could hear the children playing and the people at the corner cafe talking. Of course, I didn't understand a word. :-)
It felt like something out of a book or a movie. Maybe I just haven't lived in a small enough town, but I know of nowhere in America that is like this. People stop on the street and talk, they stroll around town on a Saturday morning, they play in the square, they meet at the cafe, they stand in the door of their shop and hold conversations with their friends who walk by. The other day, my roommate and I were parked in a long line of traffic, and ahead of us the man rolled down the window of his car to talk to his friend who was walking by. It isn't just that everyone knows everyone, and everything is at a slower pace. There's a certain atmosphere about it that I'm having a hard time explaining in words. Suffice to say, it's different and it's beautiful...and I LOVE it!
3 comments:
Man this makes me miss North Carolina even more...and yes it is like watching a movie or remembering a part of a great book. You will never forget those times, smells, or even those words you don't understand.:)
love, us
u are coming home right? lol
I'm just jealous you get to have your windows open already! I want to do that tooooooo...Yes, I'm whining...and very jealous. Sounds like you're having a great time still. Not missing any of us all that much, huh? hee hee We love and miss you, LOVE your blog, thanks for keeping us posted on you.
Paul, Laura and Gillian
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