The days are indeed getting cooler and I sit on the porch wrapped in the blanket I’ve had for life. As I watch through the thick fog, trying to see the light, I listen to the news caster’s frantic tone. His words are our chosen steps through this latest mind.

For freedoms

of speech

to bear arms,

we beseech

each other to hear our voice,

to do harm

to secure our one moment

of righteousness

of rightness

of fame

celebrity.

At all others’ expense,

at whose loss

can we justify our approach to life.

The coffee is weak this morning.