turkel and my mini-lesson

~and i shall call him Tercel (pronounced turkel)~

[mood|just here]
[music|The Dreamers;Tous Les Garçins Et Les Filles]

trish and i went walking tonight, we walked further than i've ever really walked around the lake... i just never walk to that part of the lake... and it wasn't far beyond where i usually am... but it was beautiful, i really didn't want to stop walking... just one of those spots you forget you're in oklahoma. trees all around, everythings green, wildlife (sorta... frogs, fish, birds, bunnies, birds, etc) one of those places you just wanna lay in the middle of the grass and stay there all night.

we found a tiny turtle. unethical shmunmethical. he could have been run over by a reckless speed-walker. we named him turkel, and put him in a container with pebbles and water "to recreate what he's used to". i love him.

turkel the turtle. he's tiny. and a picture was involved in the making of this post.

something interesting i've realized... partially from observing my mother, partially from rewatching shrek 2, not really about the turtle, but i suppose it applies.

if you love someone enough, you hold out and do everything to can to help them.
if you love someone enough, you have to be able to let them go.

now, the more difficult part is determining which route is the more appropriate to take.

as for me... even if i care enough to let you go, what do i do if i don't want to?