Now, see, this is why it’s not a good idea to look at the glowing screen first thing in the morning.
I walk out with Willow to see to her morning constitutional, and it’s a beautiful morning, so quiet and still that the rooster’s crowing a half-mile away is clear as day, and the reverberations from a hunter’s shot way in the distance can be heard to the last echo.
No wind, and therefore no crashing waves from the bay below us, no traffic on the highway — quiet stillness pervades.
I come inside and peek at social media, and crash! One of my acquaintances is bragging about how he confronted a store manager for not forcing his customers to wear masks. And that’s just the beginning. Anger, fear, resentment and shaming pervade.
Outdoors, I found refuge from the storm. Isn’t that just how life can be?