Eaten Any Good Rocks Lately?
So I go out for lunch this beautiful Wednesday afternoon. I had a craving for McDonald’s and went to Elephant Plaza (actually L’Enfant Plaza) but, you know…
So I take the Bag O’ Grease and decide to hang out at the Mall (for those not of DC, the Mall is not a shopping mall but the open space between the Washington Monument and the Capital).
I find a decent bench that won’t upchuck too many slivers in my fat ass and enjoy the time I have left for lunch. And it is GREAT!!!! The breeze, no rain, sun and about 70 degrees. Most snuggly wuggly.
And as I sit there I see a mother and her son walk by on the gravel path. The mother takes a phone call and stops walking with her son. The son stops and looks around.
He is a beautiful blonde boy maybe 5 or 6? I’m really bad with ages. But a young little guy. So cute in his little shoes (baby Timbs?) with little feet. Really cute kid. So his Ma is blabbing away so he sits down right there. On the gravel. NO care in the world and as happy as can be, just sitting there in the gravel, not worrying about the dust on his ass or mud on his shoes.
And he stays there and plays with the small rocks. He builds little piles. Maybe he thinks they are forts or buildings. Whatever they are he made them and he is happy and that innocent content has kissed his face and left it’s glowing red impression. He is truly happy. He is truly content.
And he is still curious. He eats a couple pebbles. Ouch. Not tasty huh? But at least you know what they taste like, right? Icky. But he is still content.
When’s the last time you tasted the rocks?
I wanted to join him and play in the gravel. Roll around in the damp muddy grass that was behind my bench that was wet from last night’s rain. Feel the damp blades on my mouth, taste the dirt, feel the grime in my hair, see its colour change on my tie. And smell the earth that I forget sometimes. Lay there on my back and stare at the sky through the trees, taking in all the innocent and happy noises of the children and parents and tourist and Fed’s.
But I didn’t ‘cos I had a meeting with Dept. of State. DAMN THEM. But If I didn’t have to go explain the tsunami crap and status of Food Aide, I would have rolled around. Even just to have my colleagues ask me “What the fuck happened to you?!?” I could have proudly stated that I rolled around in the grass (by MYSELF thank you very m uch!) and enjoyed the day like a little kid.
And I did enjoy the day today.
Like a little kid.
posted by Saint Vincent @ 3:41 PM
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We should all take time every so often to enjoy the day like a little kid...
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