If you hang around me long enough, I will tell you that my only real skill is retro-fitting metaphor. I can see something and build meaning around it with little effort at all.

You can see why having a window looking out onto a busy intersection in a little town like ours offers me so much material. It is like I am constantly in the middle of a Bergman film, piecing together the messages in what I witness. I’m swimming in metaphor here on this corner.

So the little guy’s cart is probably four times the weight of the kayak on it, and it took him a long time to cross the street and pull it uphill–obviously this is a parallel to a lesson from my own childhood: fun requires work.

This stuff is so easy.

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