We live in the outskirts of the Rocket City...in the county. To get 'to town' I drive around fields of cotton, cows, and a few deer here and there.
Driving to work this morning my mind was every where but 'here'. I was going over the weekend, thinking of my Dad, thinking about tomorrow, wondering what I will be doing today, wondering what to do with my hair, and the list went on and on for miles.
I was 5th in line behind slow traffic on the country road; Ugh...a slow moving truck hauling a trailer full of stuff had traffic backed up. The road is such that you can't pass. The anxiety started to build before I wondered what I was in such a big rush for anyway? I dialed back my impatience and resigned to just sit tight and enjoy the ride.
Coming down a little hill I noticed that traffic was slowing and the line in front of me was moving to the Left lane to go around something in the road. Was it a possum? An unfortunately slow raccoon? A bicycler?nope...
just a little guy that looked like this:
He was just sitting in the roadway ~ yes, he was alive.
I stopped 'thinking' after that and started laughing! I needed that!
This tiny field mouse had all of the power this morning! He was able to move mountains around him.
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Monday, June 20, 2011
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