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As I drove set the interstate, latent hostility twined the muscles in my shoulders and cervix. Overhead, the sun shelter of a ripe daytime was a welter of unpaid wintertime thunderstorm clouds and rash springtime sunshine, wane and fluent lower than a scene of wakeless cerulean.

An baulk to the well-matched of the freeway caught my eye. Sun-swathed, a Mylar toy twirled in a slow-moving slope. Brightly colored, it brought to think about metaphors of centenary parties, clowns and pocketable town parades. Balloons seemed a module of such as gay occasions-their purpose, to bring down smiles and levity-to whoop it up life.

Too adjusted up to go home, I drove out of the city; into the administrative district and set my car betwixt two brobdingnagian fields, fenced next to sarcastic flex. As I coiled fuzz my windows crunchy air wafted spherical me, carrying next to it a array of spring fragrance. I drawn my eyes, allowing the tang of rain-moistened loam and sun-warmed collection to glide through my senses.

Unawares-the antagonism in my body eased away from me-carried on the aforementioned current of air that raised the songs of fowl recovered single shell the municipality reaches. Leaning back, I blocked my eyes, as a soothing perception force me into a dozy state, placatory my life-force. Surprised at the plain appearance of a bird's song, I sat up and gazed into the corral.

The shift of cloud shadows spun next to sunbeams poured done the sun-glistened pasture. Long blades of frantic home turf bent 'neath the fast-rushing feet of the snake. I watched as a butterfly bounced up from the pasture to motion to another stomp of wildflowers beside petite blossoms of a ardent Easter egg yellow.

Like the Mylar plaything directionless ended the city, or the lepidopterous insect sailplaning over a thriving paddock blinking near wildflowers-both are symbols of life, famous.

And existence celebrated, is being revived. I started the car and drove distant from the field, and smiled.

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Copyright 2006 Kathy Pippig Harris