Thursday, May 16, 2002

Time always seems to be of the essence lately. Always in a hurry, rushing here, rushing there, watching the clock.

Once upon a time, when I was around seven, I sat on the side yard for half a day watching ant lions build their concave sand traps.

Half a day.

Six or seven hours.

There were no worries, no pressing thoughts, no appointments, no anxiety.

I wonder if I could do that today. Would I be impatient? Could I just throw caution to the wind and sit for six or seven hours waiting for the chipmunk who lives in my rock wall to appear?

He's a cute little bugger. I think he's worth it.

I'd probably be stiff for a week.



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