As I turned a corner, breathing in the delightful fragrances of the season, I stepped right into a lively, grey cloud of gnats. I scrunched up my face, squinting my eyes, pursing my lips, and willing my nostrils closed. I breathed out of my mouth as if blowing out my birthday candles. The last thing I want is gnats in my lungs. Or worse, in my teeth and on my tongue, where my taste buds reside. Have you ever tasted a gnat? I don't think I have, but it's an experience I'd like to avoid. As I was using all the air in my body to expel any subversive bugs that were attempting to fly against the wind of my breath, I danced and swerved and waved my arms around my head. Because that helps. Just as I exited the long, dirty cloud, I noticed two girls walking toward me on the other side of the street. I'm sure I made a sensible impression. They couldn't see the living cloud of bugs. All they saw was the crazy lady waving, blowing, squinting, and generally freaking out over absolutely nothing.
6 years ago