Cassidy Canyon TR from a bag of trash”s perspective…

Everything changed a couple weeks ago. I’d been laying in the soft dirt for decades, enjoying the view of Cassidy Arch and the ever changing sky above. It’s been two weeks since I watched as the sky turned black and exploded with a torrent of water like I’d never seen before. Soon there were waterfalls cascading everwhere off the arch. A small stream lapping against my cozy dirt hill was soon a flood threatening to wash me off another cliff. I’ll never forget the day those warm safe hands loosened their grip and I crashed down into this pit below the arch. I didn’t want to evperience that again! A kind bush reached out and pulled me from the rising waters.

I briefly felt the joyous grasp of soft warm human skin again, but was immediately shoved into a sack along with most of my neighbors, victims of tragic moments of neglect. One last glimpse of blue sky and the day was suddenly dark.

As we shifted and bounced around in the sack, I knew we were moving, but I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of dropping to come. I screamed out to the human, “no, don’t let go!”

But we weren’t dropping like I’d dropped before. It was too slow, too controlled. I was beginning to feel vertigo. And then we paused and thumped gently onto the ground. We were dropped again and again and again, and passed from one person to the next and to the next through a narrow part.

They weren’t delicate enough for the bursting sack. I could see again! Just a small peep hole. At first I thought I’d rather take darkness than see what drops were causing my vertigo. But as I found myself dangling over a new arch, and falling but not landing hard, I was filled with excitement and adrenalin!

To think I spent all this time under one arch not knowing what arches lay below. Now I am free. I’ve returned to the recycle plant with my brothers and sisters. I just hope my next life is in some adventurous warm hands like the ones that picked me up today.