As we walk to school, we find a cell phone and keys tucked away into the hollow of a tree. These treasures arrive some days and leave by afternoon. It's so. . . intriguing. I imagine the tree in To Kill a Mockingbird and the gifts the children discover as they walk to school.
Our walk to school, once mundane, now offers a complicated plot twist. Who owns these things? Why are they here?
The crossing guard announces that she hides these items in the tree as she goes about her work. She retrieves them after her shift. We slump down, the intrigue gone. For a moment, we had a real riddle on our hands.
And we loved it. We need intrigue. I'm in the presence of the intriguing when I can't help but be curious, when I can't help but ask questions. Intrigue, according to my neighbors, drives us to read novels, to absorb ourselves in television and movie plots, and to abandon everything to learn more and unravel the complicated twist.
I've got to see the intrigue, even in a town like this, on a day like today.
As we approach the school, we gaze up to the morning sky and the tall trees surrounding the building. A deafening crack interrupts our chatter. One of the tallest trees, bare and majestic, splinters and falls. As it falls, it takes another enormous tree down with it. Children, parents, and school administrators stand there, paralyzed by the power of it. Is this really happening?
How intriguing this whole scene is! We're delighted by it, entranced and curious. We search and discover the ground crew, blocked by school buses, who orchestrate the event.
These things don't happen every day. Intriguing trees have taken over my morning.
What else can I find about today that truly intrigues? If I lift my eyes, I might just see something.
2 comments:
What a great story. I love the details.
I like intrigue too! :)
A good reminder to keep our eyes open - we can miss so much otherwise!
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