A single engine aircraft begins circling our condo. Immediately, I am propelled to old memories of WWII bombardments -not that I was there, but if you've watched as many war movies in your childhood as I have, you'd probably see it as I do.
Madison is under siege, I maintain -how else could you explain the maimed roads, the police blockades near WholeFoods, a couple days ago, and now this little but awfully loud airplane hovering to no end over our heads. Indeed, Madison is under siege.
Yet, despite the noise and the madness, there is still beauty to be found, glimpsed, touched and appreciated, i.e., tall grass undulating, brushed by the wind, moving so much like the surface of my beloved ocean, swaying trees and bushes, less clothing on people, a blue sky stretching over more shades of green than I can notice.
The bug bites are itching still, but recovery is rather close, such is the price of globe-trotting -on a budget- in the sake of globe-trotting.
Wise bird hummed in my ear sometime yesterday, singing a song about how censored I seem. "Who are you?" it asked, pointing at the flaws in my depictions of the world. Wise bird, I am both this and that, I wanted to say. Yes, caustic, sweetly sarcastic, with a bite of bitter realism to repartee any fancy-dreamy-I-am-so-happy-about-life display that happens to come my way, I am. But, I am also in a state of awe,responding as best as I can to the fullness of life's give-and-take, as change, morph,and hopefully grow in the right direction. Did I lose you? Did I confuse you? Well then, my job is done. I shall keep you on your toes, Wise bird. And I expect the same from you.
Other than that, well, a beautiful day, this is, indeed. There's been much time offered to downloading pictures from the trip. And, I am compelled to say, "Enough already. Out we go, where the sun is being rather close."
Be well, enjoy your peculiarities.
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