Good heavens. I’ve
been reading too many stories about global warming, the polar ice caps melting in Anarctica and the Arctic. I lay in bed for a while, until other
noir thoughts pushed me out, bombs exploding at the Boston Marathon, loss of
life and limbs. Limbs? I jumped out of bed to
stop the thoughts. It was 6:00 am, too
early to be up, too scary not to be.
So here I sit at the computer with my morning joe having
thoughts of destruction and violence that won’t go away. The morning news on Yahoo doesn’t help. An 8-year-old is among the victims of the
Boston Marathon bombings. The news is
disturbing. It’s 9/11, and Aurora, and Shady Grove all over
again. It’s raining like hell out. Thunder sounds and lightening fills the dark
windows of my bedroom. My daughter Elissa, an early riser, messages me
that she dreads going out and the windshield wipers on the Sebring make loud
scrapping screeching noises.
Storm und drung. The
rain will pass I tell her. Hang in
there. But I’m wondering to myself if
this is so. If these storms of destruction and death will stay with us a long
time, until America
disappears, and the world with it. And
the anger and the hate with it.
What’s the world coming to? Nightmare scenarios dance in my head. .
What’s the world coming to? Nightmare scenarios dance in my head. .
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