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skinscriptWe had a huge, torrential downpour the other day. The kind of rain where you are reluctant to drive, cause the fastest wipers make no difference when the rain is spattering back up to form a universal gray mist that means you can't see a damned thing anyways.
It was in this kind of rain that I made the 70 kilometer (45 mile) drive home. It was a terrible, tense drive; straining to see through the windshield, trying to make out the shapes of the other cars on the highway, wondering why the hell the fellow immediately behind me felt the need to have his car so close to my bumper that I believe he was evaluating me for a colonoscopy.
I was about 10 km from home, traffic eased, rain eased, when I saw it.
A frog.
A big frog, actually. He was even green (most frogs here are a sort of green tinged brown); a bright shiny green, and he was rocking as fast as he could across this four-lane highway. He dodged two cars before leaping underneath mine (I was in the fast lane, naturally). I stomped on the gas, hoping to get all the way over him before he jumped underneath a tire.
That frog got me thinking, much as the rainbow did. (I think a lot while I drive. Not a lot else for me to do, after all.) That frog was a *big* frog. He'd lived most, if not all of his life on one side of that highway. He'd had kids there. Everything he knew was on THAT side of the road. (It is not the kind of highway that a frog could cross often and survive.) And yet - at his ripe age, he (or she!) decided to find something new.
I wonder, what was he thinking? When he was at the edge of the highway, staring at those incredibly enormous death machines screaming past him, stuck on their paths between the painted lines. What was it that made him decide, finally, to leap?
I wonder these things because I am at a crossroads in my own life. I need to look at the different paths I have available. I need to look at what my options are; what the obstacles are. I need to decide: what do I want? And then... then I have to leap.
If you're wondering about the frog?
He made it.
It was in this kind of rain that I made the 70 kilometer (45 mile) drive home. It was a terrible, tense drive; straining to see through the windshield, trying to make out the shapes of the other cars on the highway, wondering why the hell the fellow immediately behind me felt the need to have his car so close to my bumper that I believe he was evaluating me for a colonoscopy.
I was about 10 km from home, traffic eased, rain eased, when I saw it.
A frog.
A big frog, actually. He was even green (most frogs here are a sort of green tinged brown); a bright shiny green, and he was rocking as fast as he could across this four-lane highway. He dodged two cars before leaping underneath mine (I was in the fast lane, naturally). I stomped on the gas, hoping to get all the way over him before he jumped underneath a tire.
That frog got me thinking, much as the rainbow did. (I think a lot while I drive. Not a lot else for me to do, after all.) That frog was a *big* frog. He'd lived most, if not all of his life on one side of that highway. He'd had kids there. Everything he knew was on THAT side of the road. (It is not the kind of highway that a frog could cross often and survive.) And yet - at his ripe age, he (or she!) decided to find something new.
I wonder, what was he thinking? When he was at the edge of the highway, staring at those incredibly enormous death machines screaming past him, stuck on their paths between the painted lines. What was it that made him decide, finally, to leap?
I wonder these things because I am at a crossroads in my own life. I need to look at the different paths I have available. I need to look at what my options are; what the obstacles are. I need to decide: what do I want? And then... then I have to leap.
If you're wondering about the frog?
He made it.
