Dragonflies on a hot summer day...

Have you ever watched dragonflies swarming on a really hot summer day.  Midday. Over freshly mown grass.  At least 20 of them.  Darting all over, never settling, red bodies glowing in the sun. I watched for awhile - until they just made me dizzy.  Tried to follow just one, to see whether it would ever light and take a breather.  Never did.  Just kept flying fitfully in circles - making circles over here, then darting over there to make more circles - circles with had jagged bulges and/or indentations.  I was so glad not to be that poor little guy, or gal. Driven like that.  Not that they know the difference, but that is so far from my tolerances and     "method" that it just gives me anxiety watching it.  When I get past the fascination, and to the point of being bothered, then I can choose to the retreat of air-conditioning and a desk that sits still.

I had made a draft entry about this, and then was reminded of it today by a morning disruption that somehow made me think. (Uh oh. Sometimes that is fodder better left alone.)  In this case, it was just an illustration of how we in this frantic world can let ourselves get caught up in the anxiety of some ultimately negligible event, and proceed to lash out at the very ones who have been our loving supporters in our worst times of need.  Our lives somehow reach a fever-pitch to where we forget, lose patience, don't consider all of the facts, and say things that we really didn't think about before they flew out of our mouths.  And then, the damage is done.

If dragonflies could talk, and had families, I can only imagine that they might have plenty of apologies to make. Every day.