It’s been quite a winter, unusual for us here. We don’t usually experience such snow or so much bitter cold.
One morning, about a month ago, I was walking at Wilmer Park, next to the River, and I heard something. It wasn’t a big something at all, but a very small sound. I wasn’t sure what it was because all around me, it was so still. (My footprints were only the 3rd set seen in the snow). Then it dawned on me that I had heard the ice on top of the river cracking. In the frigid frost, that was the only sound there was. And I thought again, for the umpteenth time, “Wow. I love living in Chestertown where I can walk every day by the water.” It’s been a thought of mine, way more than just once, that living here is like being on vacation. At least, that’s how it seems to me. But guests tell me, too, that they feel the difference here. Chestertown doesn’t have a corner on the “quiet market,” but you just can’t beat the opportunities that quiet brings.
But thankfully, quiet does come in different places….
People call me the Freeway Gorilla. The Ape at Exit 8. The One and Only Ivan. Mighty Silverback.
The names are mine, but they’re not me. I am Ivan, just Ivan, only Ivan.
Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot.
Everyone knows the peels are the best part….
I’ve learned to understand human words over the years, but understanding human speech is not the same as understanding humans.
Humans speak too much. They chatter like chimps, crowding the world with their noise even when they have nothing to say.
It took me some time to recognize all those human sounds, to weave words into things. But I was patient.
Patient is a useful way to be when you’re an ape.
Gorillas are as patient as stones. Humans, not so much.
pp 2 – 3, The One and Only Ivan, Katherine Applegate, 2012.
Ivan has more to say, even though he uses his words sparingly. And I think you’ll want to know what those words are. I recommend this lovely little book – not just for a snowy day, but for any day.