Open Window
6:58 A.M. and the party down the road is still going full force. Loud music with oom pah pah tubas, drunken voices shouting above the music. What do they celebrate? A wedding? Birthday? They are invulnerable, these partiers.
Is it the booze or their youth that raises them above the threat that those of us older shield ourselves from with masks and gloves and solitude?
Far-off dogs bark their accompaniment to the drum that pounds like a giant heartbeat. One male voice, shouting above the rest, barks barks his optimism as if to say, “It will not find any of us!” He leaves caution to that far-off world of the barking dogs and me, listening from so far above as the music swells louder and a single cock crows his harmony to the morning’s cacophony, over and over, as though to reassert his claim as the harbinger of the day.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wow. No trace of that in our retirement community, lol. Sidewalks are rolled up at 8 pm.
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Remember the Poe Story, “Mask of the Red Death” where revelers tried to escape a plague? Hmmm.
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Thanks for your thoughts and a look at the sounds of ignorance in these troubled times. It makes me realize how fortunate I am to be out here so far away from traffic and people who just do not understand. Instead, I open the windows and doors to listen to the sound of the birds outside, and this lets me know that after all nature knows that the world will be good again, as the song says “there’ll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover” So if you have time go listen and read a poem from long ago and in another world.
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Can’t believe this is happening. What are they thinking of.
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Wow!! So scary. I haven’t seen anything like this happening where I live. We are almost all staying home, even the young people.
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