“I’ve started taking allegorical walks,” I explained to a friend.
“Allegorical walks? What’s that, like meditating or something?”
“No, they’re actual walks, but while I’m on them, I look for allegories. You know, I try to find meaning in the things I see–like in the trees or the paths or the buildings or something. Like for instance, today, I almost got this great shot of a robin taking a bath in a puddle in front of a bird bath. But then some asshole biker rode by and scared it away. It flew almost right into my face. The biker wasn’t even supposed to be on that path.”
My friend didn’t seem upset. Clearly, she wasn’t getting it.
“It was going to be this great allegory for like–and hang with me, because I hadn’t worked out the exact wording– but something like how humans build things and expect nature to conform. But then how nature prevails. Or how it laughs at us or…”
“How it flies in our face?”
