wild life and landscape for Dennis Jacobs class
serenity
i looked on the ground for the smoothest, prettiest little rock to skip across this pond, this little pond in the country, birds singing spring’s song to the trees that they have begun to in habit. i found that rock, it had taken me a minute because it was under the leaf of a little spring sunflower. i cocked my arm back and cast that stone into this little country pond. Well actually, there was no pond, maybe a dirty puddle where the snow had melt in the wyoming winter. and there was no cute little rock perfect for skipping, however, there was a brick. i had the choice between a few eroded and broken ones, and a few pretty perfect ones with edges that were still pretty sharp. the cold dry winter wind howling through the night, i picked that, to me perfectly beautiful briCk up, cocked my arm back, and didn’t cast but chucked, hurled, threw it. I threw that brick like i was pitching for the majors, through the front windshield of your car.
