Bugs on the windshield

Last night, I drove on highways I hadn't driven in years, two and four lane blacktop roads winding through the Indiana countryside. The twilight made me reflect upon the memorable parts of any journey.

    There are things and events and people, who come into our lives, maybe detouring us from our journey or purpose. Their pretty wings, pretty words, cause us to pause for awhile, to listen to the rhythmic cadence of their voices, or admire the glimpses of beauty they display. The journey slows down, due to us being mesmerized by the fireflies in front of us.

   At some point, we regain our momentum, shaking off our lethargy. Then we press the accelerator on our lives, and "splat!" The journey forward continues, unaffected by the bugs on the windshields of our lives.