Never reaching the end, that would be the day of the school Open House Night. So very long and occasionally moody. One of my college dorm roommates named Helen played her Moody Blues album, "Days of Future Passed" so so so many times with that annoying poem at the end of "Nights in White Satin" haunted my waking and sleeping mind.
What were the chances of having two roommates named Helen? According to the Social Security Administration, Helen was the 76th most popular name for girls in the 1950s, with about fifty thousand pink blankies. Nancy was the ninth in popularity (not quite Miss Congeniality) with 286,000 pink rattles.
Open House Night went pretty well. No one was named Helen. It helped to take a walk on the Spring Creek Trail and photograph moths feeding on a white wildflower/weed. I'm too tired to search for the name of the white flowers or to ID the moths. Their wings beat so fast they were like dull brown hummingbirds.
Did the Helens turn out dull and brown? Did their hearts and wings beat fast?
© 2013 Nancy L. Ruder