Some of us (not me) will be busy tonight with the season premiere of American Idol. I have work to do to get my head together to teach the semester premiere of College Reading Skills II tomorrow night. So I'm sharing just this pic of some pretty horses that I pass by on my way to work in the morning.
Just up the road from this peaceful scene there was a car crash last week that killed four people - 3 of them high school students. Friends and family have already begun to erect the sad roadside memorials that seem to take on a life of their own and become the focus of a community's mourning. Why people should choose to remember a loved one in the place where they met a fiery death is beyond my understanding. I didn't know these kids and sort of resent being reminded of their passing with sodden football jerseys and crooked homemade crosses stuck in the mud at roadside. I should think they deserve a more dignified rememberance.
They're young adults just learning to deal with grief and, I suppose, haven't yet learned to mask it and make it more palatable to others, like we grown-ups do. Their pain of loss is raw and they feel the need to do something to demonstrate how much they're hurting. I understand that.
Me, I keep my eye on the horses as I pass by. I see the beauty and tranquility of this place and think of a few young boys in too much of a hurry to do the same.