she sits

She sits in a booth at a popular fast food spot. She is here on several mornings just killing time until her chariot, or bus which ever makes you happy, whisks her away to her corner at the doughnut shop. She normally sits at a table in the corner facing the windows to catch the sunrise. However today her form of communication requires feeding so she must sit near a fuel source. Odd how implements we use to aid us also add extra effort to our day.

A man wearing a denim jacket bearing a likeness of a well-known rodent at a well-known place of entertainment just exited the building. Just another observation she found interesting. Such observations are a way to stay alert as it is very early and she would rather be in bed. Still, early morning observations of other beings in her world helps her to stay grounded to this world. It is too easy to slip into a small world that is all her own.

As she sits at her booth creating yet another piece of her own odd artwork she listens to the music playing in the background. A thought passes through her mind: why do human beings create art, song, story and sometimes thing that do harm?. Why this never-ending need to create? I s it because we are so capable of destruction and waste? Are we attempting to bring balance? If we are but highly evolved animals; what environmental needs are triggering such rapid change in our habits and needs?

As she sits thinking and writing these thoughts, she decides that the answers are not important. The important thing is the creation and the endless possibilities. So she will continue creating things of no apparent use just for the sake of the creating. She will leave a bit of the essence that is her in everything she does as does anyone and everyone who creates something. Thus bits of us all are always out there intermingling to create a wonderful story called life.