lumberjack

observing extroverts at my work is interesting. i'm often puzzled by their behaviour and have learned to just accept that they are a mistery to me. there are a number of them that talk loudly when they're alone. they say things like "there was a big spider in the hallway" or "that wind is really blowing". conversation things, not simply a "where did i put that?" or "ouch that hurt!" i'm never certain if it's just their extroverted nature that makes them process things outloud of if they are hoping to engage someone - anyone - in conversation about said spider or wind. the most amusing occurances is when two extroverts are talking to each other. they seem to talk over each other, no one assuming the role of listener, and to make matters worse they seem to try to out do each other with their stories. it's a pseudo conpetition to see who can out extrovert the other. sometimes in the hall i'll pass one talking to his or her self. since i'm just passing by i'm not actually part of the conversation but they sometimes look at me expecting me to pipe in like a late comer. the thing is, not only do i not really care about whether or not their lunch looks good, it's not really part of my nature to join in that manner, so instead i offer a smile. in a way, i want to just pass by ignoring them so they have space to develop new skills. they remind me of kids who don't know how to play alone. i kind of want to leave them to themselves so that they learn how to just be solo. because it's ok to be alone for chunks of time.

the sun rose later this morning. it was peaking above the trees as i exited the driveway. the golden sun cast warm light on the earth, everything seemed to glow with beautiful shades of yellow, orange and pink. the more i looked around me the more in awe i felt about my surroundings. the sky was dark grey and ominous, adding amazing contrast with the earth below. it was amazing, and beautiful. a day to be captured in a photograph. i wish all mornings were as beautiful as this one. i suppose they are, if one is up early enough to catch it. but perhaps this one was particularly splendid because of the threat of storm. harsh weather often brings beauty with it sometimes during, sometimes after, either way a storm brings appreciation.

you're an avalanche of detour signs falling of a truck.