older men, bald, riding bicycles shirtless. Their love handles are friendly-looking, like I could poke them and make them chuckle.
five baby gophers rolling together in the grass. They stand up against each other in a mock fight four inches tall and then leap into tumbling balls of squeaking baby pudge.
swallows squabbling over airspace. When they finally collide with the ground, they screech and peck, and one runs under a bush while the victor struts into takeoff.
the poplar leaves twist, flashing silver and green in the lateral early light. They clatter like rushing water over stones.
sibling dogs wrestling with their teeth out, playing killers but waggling their tails like windmills.
the new garage that is being built behind a house near my apartment building. I like watching each new layer - sand, rebar, fresh cement, wooden frames, etc. - rise up to show more of the finished project every morning on my way to work.
the uncomfortable girl across the street whose puberty has made her anxious and shy. She is beautiful, but she shuffles her feet back and forth in a little dance that she hopes will make her invisible until her ride comes every morning.
hasty pony tails on office women after work who have kicked their shoes off at a pub, because the weather has proved too hot for all that mature dignity crap.