I awoke yesterday morning to find the top of my car literally covered in nature. I had parked under a tree so bird droppings, leaves and flower pods rested merrily on my sunroof. Being eager to get on the road to school, I let the wind resistance take care of what it could as I drove off toward Cal State Fullerton.
I had been going for a while when I noticed it: a little tiny snail clinging to my windshield. He was so cute, I began to feel guilty for not setting him in a bush before I left, but he had escaped my notice. I imagined him there, clinging for his life, praying to start a new life in a bush near the Nutwood Parking Structure. I was rooting for the little guy, after all, he didn't want to be carried away from home on my car…
…or did he? Suddenly my frightened little hostage became visible in a new light. This was no timid snail, oh no, this was a world adventurer! A refugee from France that had become addicted to the thrill of life. I saw him there, smiling at the journey to come, his little antenna blowing cheerfully in the wind. This was my kind of snail. I became inspired by him, deciding I would help him realize his dream by placing him in an exotic bush on campus, and then find an adventure for me to get into. I get to feeling displaced longings when I don't have adventure, and this little adrenaline junky of a snail inspired me.
When I got to campus, I discovered my friend was actually a bird dropping in the shape of a snail… but the message of the snail shaped dropping stayed with me none the less. Life, fair warning, prepare to be looked boldly in the face.
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