I was driving through our countryside today and, as always, noticed the hammerhead oil pumps doing moving up and down in their slow monotonous way. A head of cows were in a pasture close by, some already with their newborn spring calves. The scene was mesmerizing so I wrote this haiku.
Hammerhead pumps move
up down up down soothingly.
Cows chew cuds watching.
Monday I awoke stiff and sore and stumbled out and walked around for a little while to loosen up. Yeah, Mike did mention stretching. I meditated. I packed up my camp and went into town. I got a needed a haircut and shave. Then, still too early to check into the campground, I went into a coffee shop. It was slow and I struck up a conversation with the barista, a twenty something woman.
“So, passing through or a local?”
“Sort of passing through, but here for a while, maybe a month or so.”
And then where are you from, what do you do, kind of small talk. I found out she was a teacher and was working at the coffee shop for the summer. Her name was Abby Preston. She had moved from Wisconsin three years ago. Customers came in and she got busy. I finished my coffee and was leaving when she called to me, “Hey Russ, I’m off at noon. I’ll buy lunch.”
She was an attractive and seemed nice, easy to talk to, so I said, “How can I refuse a free lunch. Where?”