Time is rarely a straight line, it bends like light.
With that said, an old man walked quite directly down a country road. Bearded, but not unkept he dressed in casual clothes, and his unassuming character went unnoticed by others. If one watched him in reverse and really listened, one might hear the strings playing from east to west the song of the unannounced American dream.
He turned a corner to come suddenly upon a small child, and stopped to watch the child play in the dirt.
The child was a female in the male’s domain acting out an usually masculine scene. She had built out of the dirt a small dirt structure. It is sometimes hard for adults to see from a child’s perspective.
The man longed to remember so got down to his knees, but it simply wasn’t low enough.
The man longed greatly to remember, so he lay on his belly, holding up his head by his elbows, but it simply wasn’t low enough.
The man longed so greatly to remember the perspective of a child that he put his chin in the dirt to see the structure face to face.
“What have you built?” the man asked.
“It’s my house.” she answered.
“It’s a little small for a house.”
“I am happy with it.” she replied.
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Danny is a part time substitute teacher and a part time In-N-Out employee looking for some kind of teaching job in California. Hopefully someday the state of California will be back in action and ready to rock and roll and hire teachers back. He enjoys long walks on the beach and Star Wars.