A year ago I eagerly awaited the start of the 2010 NFL season. Inspiration and enthusiasm soared as I envisioned weekends filled with professional and the occasional college gridiron spectacle. This year is different. The scope of my excitement is less substantial, less intense. Will I still watch the Atlanta Falcons this season? Absolutely. Will I write about each game? Peut-etre.
Today I saw two butterflies chasing and circling one another, darting in and out of a line of cars. For just a moment, I wanted to switch places with one of them. I know better, though. The ease of taking flight is an illusion.
Things have been strange in the land of Ming. Reality suddenly does not feel quite real.