Right? Reality has crappy timing. It was kind of fun, though, in that "I am aware that I am a pattern recognition machine made of meat" kind of way. There was nothing inherently creepy about any of it, except for the filters I carry inside my head from thirty years of cultural programming. I'm sure someone else would have been super relieved to be led to a church, for example, though I think pretty much anyone would find the hawk off-putting. (I'm still trying to frame it internally as a sign of spring. Bunnies are out! It's spring! Like that.)
I decided this was ill-advised as soon as the car was enclosed by the trees. There was no way to turn around, branches were gently brushing both sides of the car, and if it wasn't someone's driveway that I was now stupidly creeping up, I would have to suck it up and back out.
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response B: Wasn't Rabiit Hole Day last month?
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