Crab Skins Thank You
This message to the world appeared to me yesterday morning on a walk up the hill:
What are crab skins doing thanking me? What did I ever do for crab skins? What do crabs with skins look like? These are questions to which I fear I shall never have answers. When I am 72, I will wake up with a start from a dream in which a crab with skin on it, maybe with a little soul patch, scuttles up to my door with a bouquet of flowers and a little tiny crab-sized box of chocolates. Inattentive fool that I am, I will step on the crab as I hurry on the way to work. All the skinny crab wanted was to thank me, I’ll dream. And for what? I will never, ever know.