I laid under a tree and watched a shocked world try to revive from winter. I half gazed at the scrubby grass that had, somehow, managed to hang on through the long winter.
A speck doddered along through the haze. It reminded me of an old movie where a single engine prop plane, somehow, ran out of fuel was buffeted about. It shoot up a little and staggered back. The speck grew larger and I could clearly see it’s red against the pastle sky.
An agitated ladybug landed on my knee. She spun in circles–dancing like a Sufi in meditation. I grinned and bopped my head to her rhythm.
Before long I noticed she was starring at me. I shook my head–I had no idea when she stopped dancing. I blinked and tried to drop back into the social contract. I tilted my head…she impatiently beat her wings at me.
I’m sorry that it takes me so long to adjust.
She forgave me with a curtsy. She crawled through my thick hair and circled back around. She is put off by the distorted shadows…something about the angle. But she let it rest–she’d only just emerged perhaps it’s always like that at first. I joined in with her rejoicing of summer. We were excited by the smell of dirt and the promise of sweetness of aphids. We praised the heat and thawing.
In turn I told her my story. How I woke up unnerved buy something strange that I couldn’t quit reach…and suddenly I notice there is light and warmth. I excitedly…