Just another Wednesday. Another trash run to the curb. Yet, it's the last time I'll see either as a 50 year old. My 1st year into my 5th decade wasn't a great time. I know it could've been worse in some ways, but it was pretty hard on me. Sometimes, I wish there had been a point where I could've purposely have been stricken with amnesia. Then maybe I could've moved past some of the crap in my life, I've never been able to get away from. It might not have worked, but still it was a thought.
I'm looking at the crepe myrtle outside my window. Its limbs are covered in the "locust" shells. I know they're actually cicadas, but most people around call them locusts & "locusts" are grasshoppers. I like the fact the crepe helped launch the insect's final stage of life. So many things happen in that crepe myrtle outside my window.
For those of you haven't seen a cicada emerge, check this out.
Cya...
