Circle

Everyday moves in circles.  You wake up, go to work, go home, relax and sleep again only to start again.  Even Sundays and Saturdays where you may not have to go to work, you still do about the same thing every day.  Every once in a while, something disturbs your circle, your routine.  For example, right now, I am sick and I have been planning my day since I woke up specifically to work around my illness and to bring to most comfort to myself.  I am planning on taking a glass of tea to class with me to drink since I am expected to talk in it and I have about ten packets of Kleenex in my book bag.  I am also planning on buying some cough drops from the campus store.

This story examines the concept of life moving in circles.  In the first section he talks about a circus and two performers.  The older woman is standing in the middle and controls the horse as it prances around in a circle.  The young woman comes in does tricks on the horse after talking to the other woman who may be her mother.  What she did while riding on the horse in the circle was fantastic but the author saw it as a one time thing.  Yes, she can do it now, but eventually she will be the other woman in the center, not moving as she guided the horse along.

The middle section seems to be talking about the south and the racial inequality that was there and was disturbed about how little signs there were about it because it was just so accepted that commonplace.  The final section turns to the fiddler crab and its spots that change with the tides for maximum camouflage from predators.  Even removed from its natural environment and put in a laboratory, the spots still changed as if to continue to camouflage itself.

Life has patterns and circles in it and sometimes the circles are reliable as the moon and the tides.  Other times, they change as you get older and as other things happen.   One just has to be ready for it.