Glaciers are all about persistence and
patience. Lacking the quick reflexes and pouncing skills of slugs,
glaciers rely on complacency to trap their prey. Out of the corner
of its eye a mountain sees a glacier coming, watches it for maybe a
few thousand years, then the second it turns its back WHAM! turned
into a valley.
Glaciers are a lot like life that way.
You watch, plot, and dream for awhile then just when you think
everything is under control WHAM! your dreams are smeared like cream
cheese on a bagel. What happened?! I only turned my back for a
second! Probably, it was more like a few years and a few more years
after that to accept responsibility, and all the while time ground
on. Do you know I didn't even see it coming? The horrible
realization I wasn't where I was supposed to be, I mean.
Truth is all about timing. It kind of
hangs around in the background, knowing WHAM! will come, whether you
like it or not.
Okay, somehow the Glacier/Truth/Time
continuum is unraveling before my very thoughts (mostly I'm thinking lunch) and I'm going to
zigzag like a slug now.
Things are actually progressing inside
and out right now. Inside, ideas have taken on prioritizing
themselves lest they get time smeared. I like it when plans tire of
me and force their own birth. Outside, the sun is coming out and I
can work out Winter's kinks in time for swimsuit season.
And if you want to know where all this
came from, read the title.
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