Several days ago I walked to the post office in Scotch Plains. When I was training for the NYC Marathon, that was a very short walk, but I hadn't walked that far in 18 years! With each step taking me farther and farther away from home, I began to wonder if I'd have to call for Sr. Eileen to pick me up. Maybe I had "bitten off more than I could chew." But I made it, and it took me only 45 minutes. Today, I did a similar walk, and didn't give it a thought about being able to make it. Everything's relative.
On the way, I met a lone Cicada. He actually looked old - a dull brown color all over. I had held another one on my finger, and gotten a great close look at it a few weeks ago as I walked Tamaques Park, so I knew what they look like in their prime. This one was moving very slowly, but seemed to want to climb my sneaker, so I let him. Yesterday, I had just seen an awesome film about the lifecycle of the Cicada, so I had an even greater appreciation of the life of this little critter. He's only 17 years and so many weeks old, and yet he's an "old man." Everything's relative.
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