Near the rail road track

Railroad goes through breezy, quiet afternoon of the town.
There are lots of trees. First of all that come into the view on the way to the railroad track is a tree with ash-green leaves hanging down from the branches in bunches. And viewing from the other side of rail road track back to the way I walked, I suddenly become to realize how many trees are there in neighbor hood, showing off their unique beauties. The bishop’s peak is dustily glowing in afternoon sun behind the tall, skinny tree. The tree is a tall, lanky one that looks too skinny to be that tall and still standing up. If compare to a human form, he must be tall, little bit shanty or maybe little bit drunk. Not too good looking. But I think it has the wild, delicate kind of beauty. Someone in the apartment right behind the tree is going wild with a drum set. There is another strong turn of breeze. San Luis Obispo is a windy county. My roommate it not very fond of its windiness even she likes the area in general. She’s getting old, so I understand if she doesn’t like the wind too much. Anyways, I like how the wind here is strong just enough to plat music. The music of whistling dry grass, trees and bushes. The music is sometimes very slight, and becomes strong as more and more plants around start to chip in. And as the plants move back and forth and whistle, some of them start to catch sunlight in a way that it makes fabric of shining petals. And they all have different hues. Some of them are shiny grass green. Some of them are shiny reddish green.