About five years ago there was an elderly man who would sit on this porch in his chair and look at the park across the street. I would see him regularly and here's why I remember him.
The first time I passed him I smiled and said "Good Morning!" He didn't answer, he just looked at me so I kept walking. The next day the same thing happened, again no response. After that I just silently smiled at him until eventually I stopped making eye contact.
All that time I thought to myself "Who the fuck can resist my sparkling personality!?"
Starting last year I didn't see him there anymore. For three straight years we shared no personal interaction. I like to think he must have had a stroke or advancing Alzheimer and maybe he couldn't recognize me. I'm going with that explanation.
Maybe he moved, maybe he died, who knows? But funny thing, I kinda miss the guy.
I kept walking and came upon this sight...A whole bunch of wildflowers all over the place!
If a bee is zipping along and sees this, what is he going to think?
"So many flowers! So little time!" ...would be my guess.
Or maybe a butterfly with untreated ADHD is similarly startled. He'd think "Whoa, where do I start? Should I make a grid? Purple or yellow flowers, which is better? I wonder what is on the other side. There must be hundreds - no THOUSANDS - of petals here! Where is this? I gotta remember. Oh shit, there's just too many!!"
I suspect a few little butterfly brains have exploded around here.
But I had no time to investigate, I had to complete my walk, so I did.
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