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Unnatural naturalness

  • Writer: Crone
    Crone
  • 29 minutes ago
  • 1 min read

No deer heads on the way to Kairos this time. But still the kites were circling. And I saw some muntjacs on the way - as many as ever. Odd.


Anyway, I was struck by the elegance of the branches of a tree near Kairos, where often a squirrel sits.



As I was sitting there, appreciating the tree, I saw movement in my peripheral vision. A muntjac. Walking along just ten feet to my right.


Huh. I thought. Maybe I don't smell like a person?


I sat and listened to the birds. Caught a movement to the right of me. A hare, just ten feet away. He walked behind me and behind the tree and continued up to the edge of the wood, stopping to sit down every few paces.


Did I exist?


There was cogito, but I seemed to be a ghost... or just irrelevant.


The tree is magical.



After a while, I followed in the hare's footsteps and at the edge of the wood was caught by the whistling sound of treecreepers. They were in the trees all around me. Climbing, spiderlike, looking mouselike.


Then I saw a caterpillar hanging from a thread and recalled that this is a thing.... possibly ermine moth caterpillars bungee-jumping. I stared at it for what seemed a long time. Walked on. And then, in my peripheral vision....



Truly, I was most wonderfully disregarded.

 
 
 

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