The Very Air We Breathe

Dear Darling,

I guess spring really is a hard time for unwilling bachelors.

Love (or the animal kingdom’s version of it) is everywhere — nature itself is saturated with the male and female in pursuit of each other.

The crickets’ chirp is a mating call. The firefly’s glow is to attract a mate. The birds aflutter in midair are courting. The rabbits leaping on the lawn are getting set to make more. The flowers and plants bloom brightly to attract the bees and birds — so they can be pollinated.

The very air you breathe is laced will allergens and dusts of plants spreading their seed.

Out on the roads, the male of our kind drives fast cars or motorcycles, windows or tops down, sunglasses on, driving to impress. The female of the species dresses in such a way as to evoke interest at the lowest common level.

We’re not animals, but let’s face it, we were given instinct that borders on that of beasts. It doesn’t help to be surrounded by it all. I saw a little mother mouse and her new little brood (micelets?) today. On a more sanitary level, a baby rabbit came out to graze.

Is this how Adam felt?

Love,
Beren