I'm at work and it is 2:47pm. I've been watching that clock all day because I'm convinced it's been infused with (2:48) time depressants. I don't know if that is a real word, but if not, I'm claiming it. Time depressants. An unexplainable slowing, crawling, of (2:49) minutes on the clock, which in reading this will probably not look so slow, but I'm typing really slow and answering calls and fielding coworker questions at the same time. (2:50)
Last night I found myself in that same place as I sat in wait for my daughter to get out of dance. That place of (2:51) waiting for something that was supposed to be there at 7:30, and their version of 7:30 is really 7:45. You know the place. Sitting there waiting, thinking of the second arm of the costume I have to line with sequins, the info sheets I need to make for the costume rack, the repairs I need to make to the ballet costume they are reusing and my daughter went from girl body to young woman body in one year. (2:53 whoo skipped one!)
And while I waited in said limbo, I watched a tree in the distance, silhouetted by dusk.
I sat there nearly dozing off, watching this rebel tree wave at me, all cocky and arrogant in its lone wiggly behavior, and imagined something like Avatar's Home Tree. With a whole village of people living in it, all connected and trading energies. I wanted to go there! See what was giving it its life. (3:02 whoo hoo time warp!)
Or maybe it was full of magic and calling to me? Or maybe a giant troll was shaking it? In any case, the (3:03) new 7:30-formerly-known-as-7:45 arrived, and I had to leave. What would your imagination bring you to think about that crazy tree?
It's now 3:05.