Just this one.

It starts innocently enough. Just one. Just this one. I’m on my way out, I’ve got things to do, places to go, people to avoid. But it’s right there and so tempting…...taunting. “Come on. Come get me.” So ok, one. Just this one. Then I go.

And then you notice another. And the first one felt so good and was so easy. And ok fine….one more. Just one more. And things are starting to look better and you don’t notice people looking at you like you are just slightly off. You, doing these things. You don’t look like a person who should be doing these things. You aren’t dressed for this, you are dressed for work.

But everything looks better, suddenly. The world looks better and you can’t stop yourself. Just a few more….I can be a little late, people won’t notice if I’m a little late. I’m already a little late and I’ve missed my train anyway. And you’re on your hands and knees and you can’t stop yourself and then suddenly, it’s over. There is no more. And you stand up slowly, flushed and sweaty, and you brush off your hands and straighten your clothes. Look around and wonder if anyone saw that. Take a deep breath and start to walk away, back toward what you were supposed to be doing.

Weeding is so easy after it rains.