While sitting on my front porch, enjoying the 80 degree shade. There were two of these large red dragon flies teasing me out of my rocking chair to follow and photograph. There is this small dead tree (a failed attempt to replant nature) that one of them kept landing on. They most certainly were teases as they would let me get to about 3 feet and then fly off. I swear I heard a faint giggle of laughter in the wind as they zoomed off.
They had not a clue as to what a stubborn old fart I can be. I stood frozen in time feeling the summer breeze trying to move what little hair I have. I wished I could speak dragonfly to tell them it’s okay, I only want to borrow a brief moment of their time. One finally landed and gave me an unusual angle. He sat there for a total of ten – 1/250 of a second and for that slant slice of time, we spoke. He clung to the branch while I clung to it’s beauty.
It can be a fine line between patience and stubbornness on your journey††††††††nada te turbe†††††jim