A small portion of the lineup – Photo: L. Weikel

One of Those Days

I knew they’d happen. You knew they’d happen. It was inevitable, really. And today is one of those days.

Perhaps it’s the number? 440? I can’t say it holds any special meaning for me one way or another. But it seems like a nice round number to get stuck on.

Or maybe the pelting sheets of rain that pummeled our area today left me, at least, feeling waterlogged? Yes, maybe all my inspiration got swept up into the streams overflowing their banks and barreling down the roads in muddy rages.

Detours were in place.

It could’ve been snow.

Sheep – Paused

We had to stop the car and turn around. Neither one of us felt the scene could be real. Stealthily maneuvering our Prius so that it was facing the meadow from a little used connector road, we stared at the long line of sheep coming and going – or at least frozen in motion while doing so.

Karl and I looked at the sight before us and felt a sense of unreality around us. There had to be 50 or so sheep in a row appearing to tread out to pasture. About half were headed one way on the muddy path and the other half, headed in, toward the barn, were on a collision course with them.

But the weird thing was that, in fact, none of them were moving at all.

It was as if the ‘pause’ button on the sheeps’ shared consciousness had been pressed and all of their movements ceased, leaving them hanging mid-step.

It was almost as if we accidentally witnessed a behind-the-scenes moment in the shared movie of our life.

(T-671)