when i was little
my neighbor
went with his family
to visit
the painted desert
far away
in
the exotic land of
arizona
i was so excited for him
and a little bit jealous
and
i ran to his car
when i saw them
return home
as they
pulled in the driveway
he jumped out
yelling
‘i have the best souvenir in the world!!!’

it was
beyond my expectations
a miniature version
of this stunning desert
all under glass
in one place
i had
never seen
anything like it
there must have been
at least
a bijillion
or more
grains of sand
of all colors
and i was in awe
of its beauty
it felt like
i had gone there too
kind of
and then
we had an idea
it was brilliant
‘let’s shake it up all together and see how pretty it is
and then we can sort it out again,
into all of the layers and colors.’
the first part of that idea worked
the second part
the part where we sorted it all back out
didn’t go quite as well
and we looked at it
and each other
wondering
what happened
amazed
how the sand
could shift
so quickly
never to be
the same again.
—
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. – oscar wilde
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image credits: googleimages, nationalparkservice




there was a time





