Author: asoulinprogress

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…

I’m laying under a tree watching the world try to revive from winter. I’m half gazing at the scrubby grass that has, somehow, managed to hang on this long.

In the haze where fog meets sky a spec is dottering along. It reminds me of old movies where single engine prop planes would, somehow, run out of fuel and be buffeted around. They always shoot up a little and stagger back. The dottering spec is growing larger now. It’s clearly red against the pastel sky.

An :agitated (how so, describe): ladybug lands on my kneed. She spins–dancing like a Sufi in meditation. I’m grinning and boping my head to her rhythm.

Before long I notice she is starring at me. I shake my head, I have no idea when she stopped dancing. I blink and try to drop back into the social contract. I tilt my head… She gets impatient and starts beating her wing covers in frustration/protest. I’m sorry that it takes me so long to adjust. I’m sorry that I get swept away in romantic notions and daydreams.

“Oh. Hey. I like watching you dance. Wonderful day, isn’t it?

She forgives me with a curtsy. She crawls through my thick hair and circles back around. She is unnerved put off by the skewness distorted angle of the shadows, but let’s it rest–she’s only just emerged, maybe it’s always like that at first. I join in her rejoicing of summer. We’re excited by the smell of dirt and the promise of the sweetness of aphids. We praise the heat and thawing.

Time passes

That morning I was rudely and unwillingly woken.