That rabbit! That's very cool. I recently read an account of someone who traveled Rt. 66 ..... full of roadside attractions I'd never heard of. I think a lot about time and the choices, too..... But, I, too, think some of the things others would say are "wasting" time (or too still) have value. I'm not sure we have to fill every second with "work" of any form, even work we enjoy.
Such melancholy writings I am reading on Substack today. Yours still has a joy in the fading of September. Frankly, I'm glad this September is gone. Death surprised me throughout the month; thus I'm feeling very mortal for the first time in my life. Your piece reminded me that death is change, the fallen trees feeding the "forest as it devours itself." O.M.G. what a phrase. I loved your descriptions of the highway communities and how the small places blend in with the big guys. Somehow they prevail. As will we.
That rabbit! That's very cool. I recently read an account of someone who traveled Rt. 66 ..... full of roadside attractions I'd never heard of. I think a lot about time and the choices, too..... But, I, too, think some of the things others would say are "wasting" time (or too still) have value. I'm not sure we have to fill every second with "work" of any form, even work we enjoy.
Like the chicken outside that diner in Minnesota . That thing about wasting time resonated with a lot of folks. Thanks for posting.
Such melancholy writings I am reading on Substack today. Yours still has a joy in the fading of September. Frankly, I'm glad this September is gone. Death surprised me throughout the month; thus I'm feeling very mortal for the first time in my life. Your piece reminded me that death is change, the fallen trees feeding the "forest as it devours itself." O.M.G. what a phrase. I loved your descriptions of the highway communities and how the small places blend in with the big guys. Somehow they prevail. As will we.