Monday, August 20, 2012

Looking Down

While walking, I look up, around, behind me and ahead of me but it is important, in order for me to stay upright, to spend a lot of time looking down.   Gravel roads in Dallas County just aren't all that smooth and level.   I need to know what might trip me up. 

This is what I know from looking down.

Sometimes on the road I see a pile of feathers.    Some sort of kill occurred.   Two animals struggled and one lost and was hailed off.   Only the feathers remain.   Feathers aren't edible.

I see small dark spots and before I can clearly make out what the black spots are Patience and Violet have recognized them as dead moles.   We see dead toads and snakes but a mole is the treasure.    One of their favorite prizes to fight over.    I see large dark spots by the side of the road and my dogs and I recognize the large ones as horse droppings.   I pull my dogs away. 

I also do my civic duty by looking down.   Every imaginable thing made of metal is found on a gravel road.   It's a wonder anyone driving out there has air in their tires.   Every bolt, nut, nail, screw, hinge, and indescribable piece of metal I pick up and throw far from the road.    I'm hoping that karma will keep me from getting flats.

But all in all, I prefer looking up. 

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