A typical street scene in my neighborhood is one which I will never tire of. No
doubt, I see and hear the same things going on every day but the scene is
familiar and comforting.
As I leave my front door and stroll down the street,
I look up at the deep blue sky with occasional patches of white clouds spreading
across. Sometimes, I take hold of my little sister's hand as we walk. We turn
our heads as our eyes check for traffic on both sides, then we hurry across the
street. The street is empty and serene on a
Sunday morning and it shows no signs of cars or people. Many cars still are
parked in the driveway.
We pass by many front yards with well-maintained gardens, with thick green
lawns and colorful flower beds. Some sections of the sidewalk are still wet from
the morning lawn watering. Our hands swing back and forth in leisure, in rhythm
with our footsteps like two solders marching down the street.
Sometimes, our heads tilt back and our eyes look up to follow the sound of
birds chirping overhead. However, we see no sign of birds but a ceiling of dense
oak leaves. The leaves of the trees grown along the roadside rustle in the
gentle breeze. Some leaves dance side to side as they fly down from high above.
The air carries the scent of citrus to our noses, as we approach the small
lemon tree at the end of the sidewalk. Many ripe bright yellow lemons hang low
from the branches. As we turn the corner, a long row of tall oleander trees
greets us. The trees are planted along the sidewalk in a bed of earth raised
about two and half feet high above the ground.
A half a block ahead, we catch a glimpse
of a monkey swinging from the branch of a tree. We try not to make any noise by
tiptoeing forward to take a closer look at it. The friendly baker from the only
bakery on the street comes out and greets us. He is covered with flour from his
hair to his hands. At the same time, I inhale the aroma
of freshly baked buns. It stirs up hunger pangs in my stomach and is a reminder
that it is time for an early lunch.
After a minute of looking around the bakery shop, we resume our walk. This
time, we walk down the path in silence. I realize we are doing more than just
having a walk on this Sunday morning for we are actually building a bond. This
is an experience I hope, we will continue to have in our many more Sundays