It’s a long ways from the 27°f I was experiencing Wednesday morning. Now at 11:30 it’s 74° with a high eventually reaching 80°. So much for my winter wonderland I suppose. Anywho, the leaves are slowly falling from the sycamore trees, the fig bush/tree has all but shed its leaves. So I’m left with a carpet of leaves filling up the yard and the back of my truck. You’d think by now I’d come up with more to talk about, like my religious brothers and sisters beating their drums about Armageddon, the rapture, or both. But that shit ain’t worrying me right now.
What I am worrying about is the price of bread, all the babies being slaughtered on TV, and all the anger we all seem to carry, rather justly or unjustly. Thankfully the loudest thing I hear at the moment is the leaves hitting the ground. There’s also that noisy ass bird across the street and the faint rumbling of cars headed down the highway. My world is a world of the privilege, a blessing from God many would say. But with all the indifference and ignorance I see, I can’t help but wonder, “Who is truly blessed?”