The wind isn't always a friend, but, you
know, it can be, on a nice day. It doesn't
play favorites is all I'm saying.
Still, I do enjoy its impossible
fun company anyway. Most of the
time. You see the dusty trail is always
begging for you to go just one more step
in that direction, just to see what you
can find; hey, what's over in that particular
direction's way, I wonder? It's
the loneliest flat surface in the sun,
if you ask me, even if it is visited
from time to time by certain walk
about birds and crawling along insects.
Ants don't stop to talk. That's a given. But
a nice plump dog paw is always welcomed
company I'd imagine. That's all I'm
saying about the animals. Flowers,
however, always seem to have the best
view of any natural parade. They
can dance up a storm in the rain and stand
stock still without laughing in the hottest
sun for hours, And, yes, I guess butterfly
feet do tickle on the soft landings. Looking
for that frisbee that hit the tree and
ping-ponged into the bushes by the grumpy
tall grasses. I know it sees me somehow.
I know it hears me pulling bunches
of overgrown leaves out of the way. Inanimate
objects are very much alive.
It waits like a hungry, but tired passenger
at the same bus stop every day.
I do like its blue translucent color
though. Very nice. A good contrast to the
enormous sky, which is now some kind of
baby blanket blue, I suppose you could
call it. Oh, there goes a well-dressed butterfly,
if I've ever seen one. Seems like a
nice fellow, but always in such a sticky
hurry. And last but not least, our friends,
the multitudinous clouds, pretending
to be napping, tucked away up in a
tight, bright corner like some kind of lost stuffing
from a child's toy, but they're tricky. If
you happen to look away for even
a very small moment, the next time you
see them they will be half way down the path
like a floating fleet of bales of dried hay.
Here we go then. Playtime's over. Put your
daydreams away. Don't delay. Life is pushing
you back into the river. Let go.
The river knows which way it's going. You'll
catch on to something sooner or later.
Great Diaz quote for sure