If I could live in a musical - I'd bellow happiness in B minor sit on the roof with family and sing of traditions - Traditions! croon love songs from mountain tops sing of lemon drops beyond the rainbow gather the band and march with seventy-six trombones! when life hands you a pandemic, an insurrection, and locks you down - break out the songs, adjust your crown, and dance!
The world of my youth is coming apart. I am living in a science fiction novel where earthlings thrash about in cyber space, divided by ancient beliefs. I am witness to virtual tweeting tribes take up arms and battle to defend their reality. However, if reality is relative how do we unite around differing views and fake news? I fear humanity has been hacked, the malware activated. There is no turning back to the world of my youth it has come apart.
i am wintering in a cedar-shingled chalet in the northern highlands mindful of a waning eventide as a ribbon of light waxes on the distant horizon tethered to the land by drifts of snow and icy roads i am wintering in the still and silent beauty of winter
