I like sunny days.
Quiet sunny days always make me reflective. If I’m not careful, these reflections tend to dribble onto the pages of my Red Clay Diary . If you’re not feeling reflective right now, you may want to hide this column away for a brighter time. If you’re ready for a few seconds of flashback journeying, flashback journaling, just humor me. I’ll do the word part, you do the image part.
* Squirrels in the big flat yard run and duck when protective fluttering bluebirds catch them too close to their family. Do birds communicate—or do they just create sounds?
* Do birds know about fireflies?
* Do dogs know it’s Sunday?
* Do fireflies stop lighting up in the daytime?
* Did Napoleon dream of atomic bombs?
* Does the richest man on earth have everything he wants?
* Who sends the wind? Is the wind more powerful than its sender? Does the wind know how fragile it is? Does it struggle to keep from being sucked into space?
* Is there anything bigger than space?
* Where does my fist go when I open my hand?
I am not a know-it-all, but I am an ask-it-all.
Questions help me know I’m alive and well. Answers change and contradict themselves and play tricks.
Give me a quiet sunny day of questions anytime
(c) 2012 A.D. by Jim Reed