The dog in human skin sat down with his food

The dog in human skin sat down with his food. As he was eating, thoughts rolled off his mind, down his paw and onto the paper.

The cars rolled along the hard black path, beaten into the packed earth. Lights were blazing in front of them. Coloured lights change from green to yellow to red. More red lights show as the cars slow to a stop. Looking out at this scene, I wonder how many of the passengers in these motorized carriages realize the good life they truely have. There's a light rain falling out on the ground, making it appear glassy. People nowdays don't realize what they have, and what they have not. There is the one side, trying to protect everything and everyone, at the expense of many progresses, and natural orders. There's the other side, that just doesn't care about what gets destroyed, and what survives, as long as it doesn't inturrupt they're lifestyles.
    A horn sounds as a car stops more suddenly.
The rain runs down the curved windows of the Dairy Queen, making one think of a waterfall. It's interesting that people want to have bits and pieces of nature, but want anything that might be undesirable out. The fact that much of the arcitecture represents nature some how; or how many places have waterfalls inside the buildings, reflects this. It seems that people want nature, but only if they can control it. If they can't, they want it destroyed. Take, for example, the big flak over the wolves being put back in Yellowstone.
    Lights turn green.. reflecting off the rain, mixing with the red and yellow of the cars, and the orange of the overhead lighting.
    The dark scares many people. There are soo many types of lighting now, I should know, I do sell it. People need the lighting for several reasons. One is a good one, to keep the evil out. But others just want to use the lighting to highlight buildings. These days, people don't see the fact of how much energy the spend, just to look good. People also pay a lot to keep the grass and land looking perfect, though most of the time, no one sees it. The chemicals eat away at people, animals, and nature.
    The pen is set down as the last of the meal is eaten. Then the final thoughts are written.
    I guess that just sitting here, watching the events outside, makes one ramble and think. Most of these thoughts are good, some not. All are neccessary. The idea is not to dwell on the thoughts. Keep moving, that's the motto, keep moving. Now, off to visit friends, and be my normal self.