Back to writing

This morning, I resolved that I will get back to writing, even if it's just a little each day. So much has happened over the past few years, but little has changed. Just recently my mom had a stroke and that has sent my world view and word view into a spin. A month later, and I still don't know which way is up.

But this morning, when walking the dog in the park, I saw a small, yellow fuzzy caterpillar smooching his (or her) way across the sidewalk in Riverside. I marveled at the determination and speed at which this not more than an inch long bug was moving.

Then, when arriving to work this morning and walking into the lobby from the riverside entrance, I saw another, identical caterpillar walking into the office.

I am slightly baffled and amazes. How could two identical insects walk in front of me in one morning? Plus, I know my caterpillars, what kind of caterpillar was this?!?

Strange.