Zing: Indigenous Species
A lizard crossed my path this morning. I had the immediate feeling that he belonged in the space occupied by the courtyard of my Northridge, California apartment complex more than I did. Much like the sandworms of Frank Herbert’s Dune or the sacrificing, multi-stage creatures of Orson Scott Card’s Speaker for the Dead, they were there before humanity showed up and imposed it’s will on the land. I can’t describe the lizard. I saw it for just over a second, but encountering something and realizing that I’m the alien will stick with me.
A Magic District article by John Brown inspired me to find the Zing in my daily life. When I find something good, I’ll try to share.