#63 - King's Hogs

Don't Be An Idiom

Episode 63: As the wind rustles the leaves of the plane trees, a little pallino rolls and bumps its way along the sand. No larger than a golf ball, he demands the respect of the entire universe; he is the real McCoy. One after the other, the bocce tumble towards their master, forever battling to be within reach of that humble, petite, white orb. Crack, swoosh, tick. Mamma mia, there is always one who wins the coveted attention of pallino, and today it is you. However, in the blink of an eye, that pattern of stationary planets so enchantingly arranged in the divots of sand must be knocked about once more…and there's the rub; the cycle continues as the wee ball travels away from the bocce, a solitary god daring all who look upon him to come to him again. There is no permanent satisfaction here, just the ceaseless yearning to be close to little pallino.