But they remind me of this place. I can't think of the past year and a half without them. Loves come. Loves go. Best friends bond then marry. The grass grows, then dies (we never remember to water it). Even as the furniture, trees, and garden change, those bugs are constant. There isn't a day that I don't see one scurrying in one direction or another and although it irks me, it is that one constant in my life of the past year and a half that I can't ignore. It reminds me of the cycle of life.
Starting a new. Running. Falling.
Starting a new.
And when I can't take it any more, when all my memories crowd my mind and all my pasts threaten to become my present and my future, then I retreat to the basics. The shoes, the street, running. The bugs. They are always there.
You can always count on the box elders.
2 comments:
I am glad you have such a positive outlook about those horrible bugs. I have to say we have a hate-hate relationship. I am glad that they aren't in Boise! When do you leave on your mission, by the way?
well written relooga. i love the way you are able to appreciate things even as they are happening. sometimes it takes being out of a situation in order to appreciate it. but i like the imagery you created with the cycle of life. love it.
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