I need a walk to process it all. To silence “my thoughts.” Observing, listening and somewhat despondent. There are construction workers, people going for walks, distant conversations, deck cleaning, recycling, trash pick up, birds singing…loudly, traffic, roses galore…in every color, dogs barking, wind blowing, and an American flag displayed so proudly. All in conjunction with thoughts of yesterday’s heavy hearts, weeping, and twenty murders in Texas.
In this moment it almost seems as if “that” did not occur…
