This has been the worst winter since moving here. In recent weeks we've hit 70 a few times, but much like today, we slide back into the low 60's with full cloud coverage and probably rain. When it rains here, it isn't like "tap dancing in small puddles on the sidewalk with a tiny umbrella and a big smile" rain. There is usually a high probability that the storm will kill you through drowning, lightning strikes, tornadoes and in the worst case, your house gets carried away and kills someone else when it lands. That last one can be the best case depending upon which side of the foundation you are on.
So, this winter has me thinking negative thoughts, with only depressing things to write about, leaving me usually doing nothing. I want to write happy things, with bright, colorful descriptions and happy subjects that inspire comments like "jeepers that's swell," or "tee hee hee." I let my mind wander through "happy" mine fields, avoiding stepping on anything that might only be disguised as "happy". I've said it before and I'll say it now, Dr. Seuss was a bastard... oops "boom!"
Why did he take so many good ideas, leaving the rest of us with only sinewy leftovers that require so much picking through to get to anything good?
And then it hits me:
Young Samuel is playing in a bright green meadow, among brilliant red and yellow tulips. He wears royal blue shorts and a shirt the color of the sun. Samuel stops and marvels at the sound of the majestic eagle screeching overhead, high up in the endless blue sky. As he lays back in the lush green grass, he hears the hum of nearby bees and humming bird wings. Samuel is an outcast in his world, because while he hears so many wonderful things, the rest of the world hears nothing. People stopped listening to the things that mattered so long ago, that they gradually lost the ability to process any sounds except the answers to direct questions. Whenever Samuel would point out the sounds of nature, the response was always the same; the person would cup a hand behind their ear and snap at him "What?"
The end result is that, through some miracle that isn't clear to me yet, Samuel gets the world to hear the things that matter. I'll call it "Samuel hears a what?"
I have shared this with those closest to me, and no one seems to find it as funny as I do. I don't need them, I don't need anyone.
Maybe Samuel snaps and tackles someone, shrieking hysterically and slapping them until they can hear the wonders of nature again, which is followed by a chain reaction of shrieking and slapping that brings the world back to nature. The end.
"Good night kids, sleep tight."