How would you like to look out your front window in the early morning (very early morning – around 2:30 a.m.) and see three elephants wandering around?
It happened in Newmarket yesterday – a town just north of Toronto.
When I heard the story I’d just put the garbage out. It was fairly early – around 6:30. I wondered. If I had seen three elephants on my front lawn or on my street while doing the garbage chore, would I have thought I was hallucinating? Probably. And perhaps I would have given my head a shake and attempted to walk right through them on my way to the curb. At the very least, I might have tried to walk around them.
Seeing isn’t necessarily believing. (Especially when you’re not functioning on a good night’s sleep – and you know it.)
Elephants shouldn’t hang out in my neighbourhood – ipso facto – I might have dismissed their presence. To my regret.
On the other hand, the presence of such humongous visitors would have provided some comic relief. Not to mention an renewed appreciation for the simply amazing and wondrous events that can occur in life.
If you can’t imagine elephants hanging out on your front lawn, you’ve become just too damned complacent with life.