Numbers By Linda Stowe
I like the number 2. I like how it looks, a graceful swan gliding along in a sea of numbers. In some odd way, I find the number 2 comforting, like a soft blanket or my mother’s arms. When I was a young child, 2 was one of the first numbers I remembered. It was the number on my school bus, the same bus I rode all twelve years of school. It was also my address. We didn’t have a street address like houses in town. We were on a rural route, Rural Route 2. It was written “R.R. #2.” I have no idea what our mail route looked like on a map, what shape it took snaking through the country roads. Maybe it was the same meandering route my school bus took. Maybe it was shaped like the number 2.
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Polly here.
I absolutely love this for so many reasons. First and foremost, I have a thing about numbers. I’m not mathematical. And yet, numbers stick with me in nearly everything I do.
I love Linda’s meanderings about the shape of her Rural Route. And the number 2 looking like a graceful swan among the other numbers. Beautiful.
I’m not sure why I have this thing for numbers. I just have to say they often present themselves into my awareness.
There are a couple I don’t like at all, for no good reason. I just don’t. But others are like magic for me. Number seven is my favorite. I am the seventh child in our family. That may have something to do with it. 7, 3, 4, 8, 2, 1, 9, 5, 6. That’s the way they go for me.
I wonder now if everyone has a favorite number.
I wonder, too, if people have certain numbers that show up in their lives. Or numbers that are significant.
How about you?
Numbers By Linda Stowe
