Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

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made me quit to write on another stream.

For one I know is in the river has groaned

and not shown any of the gleam.

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I was walking along the road out from the Metropolis. After a league of walk from the most congested traffic zone I saw a leaf on the road. I wondered what it was doing there. There were no trees in the Metropolis. I knew it was a leaf. So I leaned down to get a closer look.

 

A tiny speck of a hole was in the road where the leaf had emerged pushing up through the glass, gravel, and tar mix. It had found a gap and pushed right up through the asphalt. Studying the situation I could see the green leaf glowed brighter where it's edges were youngest.

 

Hmm? It looks like a log is preparing to rise to the surface. The leaf is just a preview of what is to come. I thought about the preview; pondering the young leaf and it's stock branching out of the ground.

 

It took a lot of work to get through that hard packed freeway material. What a Pro.

Looking around I could see that no other travelers had come this far from the Metropolis. The veins of the freeway no longer seemed to invite people clear out here.

 

I wondered for a moment.

 

This little leaf is quite the pro and one of these days it is going to be a long stout tree someone may see and find it useful. This was the way of the nature and nature was sending out the messages to remind people, well, me anyway, that the city was no match for nature. Nature built without the giant metropolis machines and added stories too by moving a little seedling up from the ground and then expanded.

 

No better author of the works of any of the people of Earth was there. And here nature started a new tree on a freeway that ended near the dirt road I once walked to find the amulet my Father gave me. The dirt road that lead me to the small city where I met many people I had never seen the likes of before. Because I knew that there were many peoples where I lived, maybe not as big and similar as the bipeds in the city and still lived in the city the best they could there too, I wasn't surprised so much when I saw people like me that were different colors.

 

I looked at the leaf again and saw a preview of what was to come. I remembered how small the city was, how small the little town was where I had been born and raised, and how huge the metropolis is now.

 

I remembered that this was the end of my beginning and my own children were all grown up, living in the metropolis. Well almost all of them. Several moved back to the little hectors of land almost hidden from the eyes of all the people in the metropolis.

 

One I recall went back to see how the family was doing. After several visits he decided to stay. Only after he and his girlfriend he met in the city became close. That was before the city became a metropolis. They met and engaged in traveling together adventuring in and around the vast metropolis.

 

They discovered a void people did not choose to see anymore. My parents were delighted to meet them. My son had the amulet my Father gave me so it was a grand day when they found out who he was. I saw them married and settle down in my home. Then I returned with my companions to the metropolis where I lived. It was hard on my parents that I became such an adventurer after discovering the small city. It wasn't small compared to the village though and a lot of my time was used up exploring it each day.

 

The marriage was given a grand festival and my parents were proud to have the couple choose to live in the village.

 

Standing there alone, preparing to take the hike to the village, which now a farm community, I looked at my new acquaintance. You're going to be a great tree one day! Right now you remind me that I need to start my next story with a preview, or what is now called a, "prologue" which needs to be separate from the story. Prologue bits should not be a filler in a chapter or a paragraph or the story with tiny items that could crowd up the story with references will slow the readers too much. Like roots from weeds which could slow a tree from getting water and food when they demand some space where they never lived and could not before.

 

All because I wrote them in before I understood how, like nature works, words describing things were prologues, and putting descriptions in the wrong places, where I did not realize they could even begin, would ruin the a paragraph or even a whole chapter.

 

I must remember to give the other colors next to the greens room so they can be a part of the story instead of having to pluck them out after I put them in the same space as the story. Or the crowd could end up choking the little trees roots, with things that don't belong in them, as part of my story. Then I will then tell the tale.

 

Which in this case the tree would note, in the future, that I am sure will follow the leaf what I left out.

 

I started writing the about a little leaf, a person I called "I", and left out the story after I saw that the little preview was going pro, and wasn't getting any attention that I could see. I know. If the preview had gotten attention like nature will give this little leaf a log would eventually grow from my tale too.

 

This little leaf I am gazing upon is a pro which I did not start, and it will one day likely be a very big tree. That might serve up some branches for other purposes one day. In the mean time that leaf is just the beginning of a big branch I learned, while in the cities libraries, is called a, "log".

 

This is not the beginning for a story which I may only view, it will have a leaf in the page that is a pro which one day will be a log. In the end.

 

I thought about what I was thinking and realized some wise person might have thought of the idea to call the little budding leaf a page. Naming it a, "pre-log", but after seeing something like the one I looked at pushing up through such a hard road I think they decided to call it a "pro-log". Eventually one of the languages people of the city speak gave it the spelling, "prologue". Neat!

 

The End.

Just for this little bit of an ending, where something else in it's beginnings to grow now has natures to thank for giving it a place and I saw it beginning.

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Pagafyr, keep on writing and being excellent!