Ordinary Beauty as seen by Leila Anasazi

Strange morning today. I never did narrow in on what was responsible for my feelings that my commute was surreal, but it was. The bumper stickers seemed incongruous with their autos’ drivers. The traffic lights seemed to coordinate an effort to slow my travels. “My” regular DJ’s playmix seemed odd and out of character. I don’t know.

The sky seemed fine, normal. But the pedestrians moved along oddly, with freaky postures and miscellaneous objects in their hands.

And, the butter on my morning to-go biscuits wicked into the napkin and left me without a good hit of grease. That, was all wrong.