The doldrums get to me sometimes, being human and all.  Just those long deep sighs when i think everyone else around me is doing something more creative or altruistic or special.  That comparing mind doing its business, over doing its business, throwing up the illusion that my life is useless and tiring.

So I take a walk.  It always works.  The grass, now yellow from a hot late summer, cares nothing about the green watered lawn beside it.  So what.  The sawdust from the destroyed ancient catalpa tree on the corner is doing its job well–melting into the earth once again.  The blinding equinox sun simply shines on the east-west roads as if it has merely just rose to the day.

Nature is simple.  Why am I so humanly complicated!  Hilarious.  I go forth today as a blade of grass, glorious, honorable and brilliant.