Another day goes by

Another day goes by

I looked up at the sky. The sky said, “What?” I said, “I like to look at you.” The sky said, “Will you stop it? You’re bothering me.” I stopped looking at the sky.

I looked at the ground. The ground said, “What do you want?” I said, “Nothing. I’m just noticing you.” The ground said, Well, it’s bothering me, so cut it out!”

I looked at a tree. The tree didn’t say anything. I kept looking at the tree. Still the tree was silent. A hawk flew down and landed on a branch of the tree. After a moment, the hawk said, “Why are you looking at me?” I said, “I’m not, I’m looking at the tree.” The hawk, “It seems like you’re looking at me.” I said I wasn’t. The hawk said, “Please stop. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

I closed my eyes. I felt the sun and breeze on my skin. I thought about the time I sat on top of a hill and threw rocks down at a rusty tin can. I was able to hit the can a lot. It gave me a feeling of confidence.

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