going forward, backwards

Going forward, backwards

I never feel like I am going against the grain when I go north to town or when I head south to go home. Forward is east and west is where I was just moments ago on this giant ball spinning through our solar system. Perhaps we are Gia's fleas and are not particular of what we ride only thankful that we have yet to be scratched off. Like riding in an automobile or on a train after awhile we settle into the constant motion. I suppose that's why baby's wabble when they learn to walk till they obtain balance; looking just like the astronauts televised moon walk, before they get their sea legs upon this water filled world. Earth bound, I was sitting on the back porch, pinned by the gravity of the situation, facing east, watching the sun set when it dawned on me; the house is going forward, backwards.