The blasting, primarily from one neighbor, has been ongoing since 4:00 in the afternoon. Sporadically, loud, house-shaking, nerve jarring.
At this point, I am feeling pity for the pointlessness, for this neighbor (whose house and cars look broken) who spent thousands of dollars on fancy gunpowder to celebrate an administration that is stripping him of his rights, an administration that has already sent some of his neighbors into hiding, celebrating the losing side of a war that was fought centuries ago ago, while stripping the living document that survived of its voracity. This tradition just feels pathetic and hollow for this year.
It’s 7:34AM
Thank goodness for sunlight
tempered by fluffy clouds
filtered through mature Ash and Maple trees
and morning bird song
rabbits and squirrels already finding breakfast in the good bits, in a yard that is mostly weeds
