Sidewalk Metaphor

Out for a Sunday morning walk when the town is sleeping and empty. Motoring along, I see big plops of dog shit all across the sidewalk ten meters in front of me. Shaking my head at the thoughtlessness of the dog owner, I think be careful you don’t step in it. But getting closer I see it isn’t dog poop, but a bunch of scattered rose petals.

Big smile while thinking oh man, there are ten great metaphors about this whizzing through my head right now.

Sidewalk Metaphor was originally published in J...