27 Oct 2008 - 04:25:48 am
Morning Pages 10-27-08
The wind yesterday, twirling its invisible currents swept the trees of their pride. It had followed into the night and this morning the ground is a colorful carpet being swooshed here and there. People took advantage of the sunny Fall day yesterday leaving behind the warmth of their homes for the naturalness of outside. My neighbor and his daughter were slicing into their five pumpkins giving them each a face of disguise. The park down the road was bustling with a soccer game and little kids bundled up in wool hats and gloves were engaging in the playground. All three swings were merrily influencing smiles and giggles. I could smell the scent of fresh cut grass and see the drooping annuals near earth's graveyard. When flowers die, they don’t really. What’s left of them fuels the earth, lays dormant for Spring to start a new cycle. It’s Earths reincarnation. I’d like to come back as a Squirrel just so I can dash across the tightropes of electrical lines, jump from tree limb to tree limb and hide nuts in planter boxes. I’d want to have a pair of roller skates handy though so that I could make it across the road quick enough not to have to stop and decide which way to go when a car or bike barrels down the road. A memory took me to Grandma’s black box and I thought it quite possible. She kept the small black box in the buffet. It was always in sight for a reason. Grandma said it was a special box, the contents priceless. One day when I was eight I took the box and wanted to know what was inside. The box was old, it had seen many seasons. I inspected the box under and over, shook it and noticed the small cloth latch that held it closed. No one was near. I quickly unlatched the box with anticipation. I stared, I looked, I stared some more, confusion surrendered. I latched the lid closed, tucked it back to the same spot in the carved buffet. I wanted to tell Grandma what I saw but then I wasn’t sure if she’d believe me so I kept it to myself. Over the years she talked about the black box and how it played a part in her and Grandpas early years but mostly that it was their beginning. She never talked about the contents specifically which bothered me and if I asked she would sway from answering but go into another black box story. My curiosity was so piqued at times but I couldn’t let her know that I actually opened the box and saw the contents. It was a puzzle that I would later learn about but in her time.
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