Found

I was searching through my old emails, trying to find out when I bought my tires, when I found this:

At first I thought it was leaves.  The sound they make when the wind blows them across the parking lot.  That splitter splitter splitter stop sound.  I was sitting in my car.  Eyes closed.  Strike one.  Window open.  Strike two.  And, if you can believe it, listening to music.  Strike three.  Or hit in he face by a wild fastball.  Should have been, anyway. But God loves fools, right?  I was turning the key and hitting the gas pedal hard and rolling up the window before my eyes had been opened.  Even so, it was almost too late.  The little bastards were already digging their pitchers into the hood, probably the tires and underbody, too.  I slammed on the brakes.  Felt the chug of the abs.  Hit the accelerator. Got the old Civic up to ninety before I mashed the brake pedal again.  Probably didn't get all of them, but enough to buy me some time.  

Checked the GPS.  Blue.  Circle.  No good.  There.  Straight line.  No telling if it'd be big enough, too big.  Shit, what an optimist.  No telling if it still existed.  I headed for it as fast as I could push the Civic.  Had to slow to jump the curb, then slow more when I hit the grass.  More when it started to slope.  Saw it.  Not big enough to call a stream, but big enough.  And definitely not too big.  I eased the Civic into the water, kept driving a couple of miles an hour.  There.  Heard the glittering sounds.  Those little motorcyclists hated water.  Not Wicked Witch of the West hated--unfortunately.  But more than "I'm really not enjoying this"  hated.  So the were letting go of the underbody.  Working their way up the doors, onto the hood and windshield and Windows.  I counted five.

I have no idea what that's all about, but I thought I'd share anyway.