Today after work, my chair lulled me to sit in it's lap and lean against it's back. I was tired, it didn't
take me long to sit and snuggle up in it's arms, it was one of those sunny days and the windows
were wide open. No blanket was needed for the sun covered me with its warmth, my eyes slowly
dropped closed one by one, until I fell into a short slumber. When I awoke, the sky was filled with
dancing bugs, in every shape and size, it was as if glitter had been shaken from up on high. The
winged bugs danced and danced they didn't even care that I was watching. I'm sure there is some
lesson to be learned from all this if I really think about it. What strikes me is that they didn't care that
I was secretly spying on them and watching all their moves. I find it interesting that after so many
years, I've learned to let go, I've learned be me, but there's still a nagging in the back of my mind
about what I say and do and about what others think. I really do want to be like those bugs, not
caring, no worries just having fun doing a dance and honestly living like no one is watching me and
not caring if they do. By Valaree Muir Weiss
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