On the way to work

I’ve seen this tag for a while now, and only today did I decide to take a photo. On the glass of the door is written “OATMEAL,” and beneath it “GRANOLA.” I’m figuring this is some sort of tag (made by hippies?), since a second door about 20 feet away also has “GRANOLA” on it.

Looks like someone took a finger and carved these words into the dust. When I first saw it, I was taken by our species’ impulse to write on any available surface. My immediate thought after that was how temporary all writing is, and how this tag would likely fade with the next strong rain.

Well, turns out a month or more has gone by and it’s still visible. Here’s to writing our names down for others to see, no matter how fleeting the act may seem.