sat at dusk, the first frog of spring 'bzzzting' in the swamp nearby. perhaps as we replant and reclaim our permanent yard puddle as the wetland it used to be, the frogs will come calling in our yard, too.
been in a curious funk for a few days. leaning against the tree in solitude tonight comforted me deeply, and helped me to face that i am grieving an acquaintance, smitty, who passed on last week. i hadn't expected to mourn him so profoundly; we had known each other for many years, yes, but only for minutes at a time. sitting in the arms of the great tree - like a massive horse, a dinosaur, surely a sentient, caring being - I became a child, wanting only to be held, warmed on its chest, to sit quietly in this night in the world, which is lacking smitty. i felt sadness for our species, who can live entire lives without sitting in a tree and learning what they give us.
the cars cheered me tonight with their yellow and red lights. even the roar of them was like a boisterous, jolly soul, nothing to complain about.
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