Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
~ Emily Dickinson
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When you go for a hike and you discover a drying up creekbed full of frogs and you take a lot of pictures of the frogs, you know you're bound to do some writing about frogs. I could make some joke about a "frog blog," but I won't do that. It would be too obvious, and probably not that funny.
Instead, I will quote Emily Dickinson:
I'm nobody. Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us, don't tell.
They'd banish us, you know.
How boring to be somebody -
like some kind of frog
To work on the railroad all the live long day
in a something fog.
Okay. I wrote that without actually looking at the poem. I know it goes something like that. You wait here and I'll go look up how it really goes.
Found it. Here it is:
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
Okay, it was pretty close.
If I got to have some kind of land admire me, I'm not sure I'd choose a bog. I think I'd choose the ocean. Or a mountain. Or maybe Mount Rushmore because it would be cool to have four presidents admire you.