The Core of it
I want to toss it, toss the core of my freshly eaten apple, returning it to the land from which it came, offering up a snack for some beast fortunate to come across it, devour it pits and all, fertilize, excrete them prompting the growth of a tree.
I’m sitting on the top deck of a hotel in the heart of a vibrant city, core still in hand. Not a good idea, tossing it, sending it plummeting multiple stories rudely awakening some poor unsuspecting soul. I decide to leave it, hopeful some gull I’ve seen floating by will spot it before it’s unceremoniously dumped in the trash by one of the ever-so-diligent staffers. Hopes dashed as said staffer, equipped with senses advanced beyond those of my avian friends, carries it between a thumb and index finger depositing it in a plastic-lined bin soon destined for the landfill.
An option, fortunate to have some, a year or so in a city such as this, it’d be fun, everything right at my doorstep. Things buzzing at all hours, something I’d never had the pleasure of. Another, spend time removed from the city, a rural area, working with kids, introducing them to the arts sadly neglected by the institutions tasked with creating our future, opting for expediency, the tried and tested, a system that continues to prove sorely inadequate.
After careful consideration, I opted for #2, let the city wait, I instead will spend my time in a more serene location where cores fly freely, seeds planted, hopefully sprouting more than just apples.
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