a collection of ramblings
I can tell, from the tone-shift towards timbres of mourning, that my mother’s conversation with a friend has reached its inevitable terminus at Problems with This Day’s Generation. Continue reading “Family Time: Gap Year Week 43”
I am thinking
about the lost things.
About the shadows
interspersing
the dappled light.
About overgrown temples
and shattered statues
and stolen jewels.
About the depths
of where we came from.
About the heights
of where we might go.
Here are some facts. Today I am angry. I share this sentiment with many around the world. It is not a new anger. It has been festering for a long time.
Here is another fact. Today the United States has elected someone who believes climate change cannot exist because if it does it will negatively impact businesses.
Summer at the lake is rippled quiet.
