The harvest moon lighted the streets as I headed out on my early morning walk along Wildcat Boulevard. Some mornings, the moon was high in the western sky and almost acted like a beacon as I walked along.
One morning I was treated by the soft cooing of a distant owl. I had not heard one in quite a while and was excited about it. For a while, we would hear owls, sometimes outside the window, calling to each other every morning. A few times we even spooked one out of the old oak tree when we went out to the car.
I like listening to the sounds of life as I walk along each morning. The Burlington Northern has a train that goes through a little after six each morning, just as I have started my walk. If the wind is correct, I can hear the Kansas City Southern trains to the east, too. Apparently, many people in Neosho don't like the train horns hooting, but I miss them.
The new self-loading garbage truck adds new sounds to my morning walks. The big plastic garbage cans seem to echo and rumble more when the machine picks them up, shakes out the contents, and sets them back on the side of the street.
One morning the clouds were spectacular. They were sculptured like snowdrifts after a blizzard. Some were long and stringy like skinny snow drifts. Others were rough and tumbled like waves of a choppy ocean. With the rising sun behind them, they made walking difficult as I continued to stare into the sky.
The Neosho police have taken a liking to the big parking lot north of the school. Often a patrol car is parked there as I walk by. I do not bother them, as I would not like to spook the patrolman as he reads his computer and does his paperwork. It is always nice to realize that the police are in the neighborhood and especially around the schools.
We had an unusual occurrence in our yard recently — the azalea bush bloomed. It did not break into full bloom like it does each spring. Still some of the branches put forth purple, speckled flowers. They were weird, but beautiful.
Sadly, the Neosho community lost one of its good citizens a few weeks back. Willodean Greenhaw passed away. She was a member of the Neosho school cooking corps when I came to town. She was a fun and pleasant lady. I considered her not only a fellow school worker, but also a friend.
Take a walk, enjoy the sights and sounds that surround your life, use those signal lights, drive the speed limit, and see what you notice while passing along Wildcat Boulevard.
Russell Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.