Dreamcatcher

On my ride home from work yesterday, I took a detour through Mariner's Museum Park. I stopped at one of my favorite, secluded spots in the park and sat on a picnic table to spend a little quiet time. No sooner did I sit down, when I noticed some 50 yards away, in the middle of a field, a drop dead gorgeous blonde, sitting on the ground. The operative word here is "blonde", which should come as no surprise to regular readers of this blog.

This young lady was busy working on a 2 foot diameter cylindrical object, shaped out of what appeared to be sticks. She was weaving something in and out, up and down, around and about this coarse, wooden frame.

I sat down for at least 40 minutes and not once did this young lady take a break from her task. She steadfastly bent over her creation, steadily weaving.

As I rode away, I steered in her direction and stopping nearby, inquired, "hello, I don't mean to intrude, but I was just curious, what are you sitting in the middle of this field making?"

She flashes me a beautiful, captivating smile and says, "Oh - it's a dreamcatcher, I've always heard about single plane ones, I thought it would be neat to make one with triple planes."

A "dreamcatcher", a traditional, American Indian ornament which, according to legend, is supposed to snare bad dreams in its web and only allow pleasant ones to pass through.

For those of you who traverse back and forth to work in your internally combustion powered, sheet metal cages, I have a simple question for you. "When was the last time, on your drive home, you happened upon a young, drop dead gorgeous blonde busily weaving a 3 plane dreamcatcher?" As you fumble for an affirmative response, one that will never come, I present to you yet another advantage of bike commuting.