As his eyes rose to the sun-brazen sky, he thought to himself: "Yup, today is a good day to make amends."
The old man staggered down the steps of his porch. Each worn board creaked out a different tale. He stomped onto the sand and puffed dirt into the sky. His cane pressed into the ground and left behind a solitary mark.
I notice that the snails come out onto the cement right after it rains. I'm not sure why; maybe the wet mud is too slippery for them. Or maybe they like the feel of the cold, hard cement on their tushies once in a while.
Whatever the reason, I couldn't help watching one of them the other day. It inched along without a care in the world, leaving behind a shiny sliver of slime. And it made me wonder: wouldn't it be great to be a snail?
Tap tap tap. That's the sound of a keyboard, an instrument of the Office Music Orchestra. Phone rings, elevator dings, and cube conversations also make up this jolly arrangement.
The 101 North twisted and turned like a dizzy whirlpool. Had we driven any faster, we certainly would have added our lunch to the interior.
You wake up but aren't sure you want to get up. For half an hour you lay, debating the merits of the day. Finally, you push yourself up.
Hand in hand, an elderly couple strolls a few paces in front of me. I slow my walk to match their rhythm. It's a nice, lazy Sunday and I have no reason to rush.
We all try so hard to say what's on our minds, openly and honestly. Sometimes we aren't successful. Sometimes we are.
Ever pause and ponder how futile our actions can be?
I'm looking forward to my thirties. They seem like so much fun.
Because I know it's going to be just like those commercials where a bunch of thirty-somethings sit in a log cabin, sipping their Chardonnay and laughing about old times.
It IS going to be just like that, isn't it?
It's not too late! There's still time for you! Don't wait any longer; act now!
I'm talking IRAs, man, IRAs! Individual Retirement Accounts!
The perfect woman for me is a sheep.
Astrologically speaking, that is.
According to the Chinese astrological calendar I saw in King Sun Kitchen, the perfect mate for a rabbit is a sheep.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA