End of an Era
Last September, a new stop was added to my route. At the light, I noticed a padlock lying in the middle of the road. It was one of those Masterlocks, with a yellow band at the base, abandoned amidst a small accumulation of gravel between the lanes and curbs.
Everyday, I would check to see that the lock was still there. I would have checked the individual bits of gravel, but they were harder to spot. I grew fond of that lock and the fact that it had found its niche, right in the open, undisturbed between the traffic of the Woodinville-Redmond highway even in the center of a major signal light improvement and repaving. It never even altered its orientation, with the hasp facing south, the keyhole north.
Well something happened. It was gone today. The interstitial ecology the lock occupied was somehow violated.
It's enough to make me fear change.
Everyday, I would check to see that the lock was still there. I would have checked the individual bits of gravel, but they were harder to spot. I grew fond of that lock and the fact that it had found its niche, right in the open, undisturbed between the traffic of the Woodinville-Redmond highway even in the center of a major signal light improvement and repaving. It never even altered its orientation, with the hasp facing south, the keyhole north.
Well something happened. It was gone today. The interstitial ecology the lock occupied was somehow violated.
It's enough to make me fear change.