We only think frogs say ribbit because it is the dialect of a Hollywood frog. They made it to the movies, to the big screen, to the big time, and now their croak is immortalized.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about frogs. It’s something about how my face feels right now. Clenched, wrinkled, and toady.
I’m thinking about toads.
It’s been long and productive. I feel like I ran 5 miles and reached my goal, and now I’m on the slow sweaty hop home.
I think I would make a lovely toad or frog. I’m uncertain which get lily pads or lotuses, and I’m unfamiliar with the state of their housing market currently.
I think I would like to live near lotuses.
I’ve been thinking of this video I saw, of a man opening up lotus flowers on a street. He dips them in water, and gently, gently palms them. It looks like a soft caress against a cheek, and they respond. They open up. They good morning the air.
I like the way they pour pink into the world. It looks like such a sweet awakening.
Subtitle of this post: I am out of emergency posts, but I am still tired. Tomorrow we start strong!