44 days.
I found myself staring out the window this morning, and
contemplating what I might be doing on a Monday morning once my time is up in that
place (that place…my corporate job). The
world outside my office window is lush and green after a weekend of hard rain. The
leaves are shiny in the sunlight, shiny for now because the rain washed the
pollen off them. After a few dry days,
they will not reflect light as much as today.
It’s finals week at University #1. My final exams are online and students have
until 1 PM today to take their exams.
Wrapping up (but tonight will be killer to finalize grades).
Sunday, because I had a some free time, Someone and I took
Gracie out to Greenbo Lake for a walk.
There were only a few people out there because of all the nasty weather. The sky threatened rain with fat gray
low-hanging clouds and thunder rumbling in the distance. We were walking along
a creek bank. Someone let Gracie drag
him down over the bank to the edge of the creek so she could wade in the water
– Gracie loves the water. I was up
above, higher up, and strolled ahead. I
stopped and turned around to see what man and dog were doing – they were in the
same place. I stood there facing the
creek, watching them a bit, then turned my head to see what was ahead on up the
creek. In my peripheral vision,
something moved. I looked down on the
ground, not more than 4 feet from where I standing, there lay a pile of
writhing brown snakes of various sizes on top of a large flat rock. The species
and exact number – no idea. Poisonous or
not – no idea. Perhaps it was a mama and
babies. I saw fat and thin snake coils.
I shrieked and jumped back. They all scattered and slithered down into
the rocks. Hopefully they were garter
snakes or water snakes or some harmless kind, but there are plenty of
copperheads out there. Snakes creep me
out. I’m grateful I did not step on
them.
Life is outside the window, or rather, my new life is out
there. It’s going to be really good!
When I was a kid, oftentimes I stood in front of a mirror and
imagined my life in the reflected world.
Surely that was a better place on that side than the real world, at least in my
imagination, this was true. The world
outside my office window is not imaginary.
It’s the real deal. It’s time to
make phone calls and get the ball rolling.
Narcissus |
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