This summer the windows in the house steam up like they used to when there were teenagers inside.
All that glorious passion every morning.
This summer everything is slightly off:
The gaits of the horses, the timing of the stoplights, the phases of the moon, the beat of people’s hearts.
Reports keep coming of various things the vaccine does and continues to do yet they are always coupled with remarks saying of course you should have the vaccine.
Yesterday a newscaster reported that a disease which causes paralysis of the face is a side effect of one of the vaccines.
Tomorrow maybe it will be paralysis of the tongue.
In California there is no water and will not be water for a very long time. Sharing is not common among the western states.
Fires are burning and the police departments are passing out placard’s which state “evacuated” to put on your front gate when you leave.
More people died of a drug overdose in the past year than ever before. Suicide rates are up and the ages of those who kill them selves gets lower and lower.
People wonder if it’s best to keep all of this quiet. The sale of hearing aids has gone down. The news is quieter and quieter as people are turning down their television sets.
The optimists are fading and are becoming almost transparent like the colors in a bubble a child blows.
For a moment the fragrance of summer can blow across your face if you let it. Better make haste. Memories of fragrance are so fleeting.