The second hand swings low, gliding past the number six, I watch as it begins to climb upward past the seven. Silence buzzes loudly in my ears and the pressure in my chest tightens, squeezing me like a locked seatbelt; it's not painful, just uncomfortable, claustrophobic.
    I unzip my jacket and loosen my pants hoping it will help me relax, but it doesn't. The room feels stuffy, I'd open a window but there are none. I'd kill for a breeze right now, or for somebody to tell me I'll be fine, that I'm going to make it.
    The second hand passes the twelve and the minute hand ticks forward, I don't see the movement, I'm too far away, but I know that it moved.
     The second hand briefly disappears in the glare of the florescent lights reflecting off the clock's plastic lens. In this moment when the second hand has vanished, time stops, even the humming silence seems to fade to a trickle. Then, I cant help but wonder, if I were offered a road map of my life, would I take it? Would I study the roads and paths and rest stops and points of interest? Or would I kindly refuse and savor the view and happy surprises along the way?
    The second hand and the silence return and a delicate breeze curls through the windowless room.

What is a dove wrangler?

What is a Dove Wrangler? A question many people would ask me if they knew that I was the Dovewrangler, but nobody does know, thankfully. A dovewrangler is exactly what it purports to be, an individual who wrangles (lassos) doves or other small fowl. I'm almost positive that I created the profession. I've never actually been paid for bagging birds and in fact I've never actually caught a bird in a lasso, but its a really intriguing idea.  Magicians, wedding planners and all people who cant afford cell phones would be lining up to rent a few creatures from my flock. After all how else could you text a friend without a cell phone? By messenger pigeon of course. Yes, i would be rolling in the dough and swimming in gold coins like Scrooge McDuck. Which brings up another idea, ducks! Sure ducks are good to eat, I personally think the meat is a little too greasy, but what else does the duck have to offer? Is there good money in ducks? Think about that. Don't get me started on quails, I've had my eye out for an efficient covey for years.
These are the ramblings of a dovewrangler, join me on my blogging quest as I seek to discover the millions of tiny wonders the world and everyday life has to offer.