Fictacello

Yesterday, yesterday I had an epiphany. It was Epiphany. We all know the year before... Horrendous. Insane. Deadly. Divisive. Surely this year would improve. That was my plea, my cry, my hope. Dashed in the raging insurrection. How can they think this way? What happened to reality? O Capitol, my Capitol, iron and marble exemplar of democracy, now is the site of an active homicide investigation. The death toll stands at five. The scale of evil that might have been, the scale of death and destruction that almost was, to see the "heave ho!" as they sought to overrun carrying gallows and noose for thier fellow man... How is this...why is this...how can this have come to be? I am so angry at the willfully ignorant. This must never happen again. Never again. Elizabeth Davis

Symona had a rare free hour, and she wanted to spend it alone.  No cabin mates chattering in her ear or anything like that.  So she decided she would go find the Pan statue and hunker down behind it in that little pine copse he was tucked away in.  It was enough off the main paths that she would have the privacy she wanted, but not so isolated that she would get lost or anything like that.  She just wanted to have a little time alone that was not tied to being in a practice room focused on the music. She found her way to the statue readily, and rubbed his lower hoofed foot by way of a greeting as she picked her way through the scrubby branch

It's all about your perspective.  I realized this anew today as I was standing in the hall, listening to a distant train blow its horn.  I hear the trains all the time now.  I used to always tune them out, and only notice them if they made themselves known.  Like we were getting stopped in traffic by one, or it was blowing by full throttle when I'm at the drive-through and can't hear anything so have to wait until it's passed by to give my order to the invisible clerk at the other end of the crackling speaker. Or the time we were on Whipple, stopped at the lowered gate, and mister daydreamer slammed his daddy's truck into us so hard it shove