Trouble on the Wind

With the sun to my back, I watch the shadows dance along the ground. For a day that supposed to turn stormy, this morning is anything but. The songbirds play in stereo across my ears, while the noise of mankind interferes like a clanging cymbal or beating drum. I can smell moisture in air blowing from the southwest hinting at the trouble coming our way. But I’ll sit here as long as I can till then.

I listened to a young woman this morning complimenting me on the kind words I said to her. As most of you know, I have no real agenda when it comes to flirting other than to remind myself I still can. Unfortunately at my age I’m just a toothless old lion that occasionally likes to hear himself roar. But beyond that, making a sincere comment is much better on the ears than a blaring bullhorn of cynicism and distaste. As many around me would point out, I should be the last person to lecture anyone on cynicism. But just watch me, I am trying learn.
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My point here is, keep a check on yourself. Don’t always assume that you are right. Don’t let your fragile ego write a check get your ass can’t cash. People aren’t to be played with, even the ones who deserve it. And please don’t start going on about your God given rights and the woke media. How about cutting everyone some slack and not open your mouth. The point is not rather your right or wrong, it’s about civil discourse. That young woman appreciated that my comments didn’t end with some crude innuendo. To a greater extent you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Be a gentle soul. Not everything is going to go your way. Don’t be afraid of your own vulnerability. Because you never know when there’s going to be real trouble on the wind.