Evening report

Definitely not quiet around here tonight. Sounds of fireworks emulating small arms fire, semiautomatic gunfire, mortars and other explosive sounds. Stepping out to water the garden the air smells of explosive powders. Choking smoke wafts slowly over the ground and bushes. Reverbrating through the humid air. The sounds bounce and echo throughout the street. Just wondering why this is acceptable conduct. This is the day 248 years ago that we declared we did not wish to be under the heavy hand of a king, not want to become serfs with no hopes, no dreams. Not again. I do wish the firework noise and bursts of light cease soon. Sleep awaits me. Until the morning and sunlight. Good night!

Author: dpeter19

Realizing that each day is a singular event or part of the connections from birth to death. How do we connect with each other? How do we connect to our past, both individual and collective? And the sharing of our stories - the connective fiber - brings us to a closer connection. These are my stories. They connect my days. View all posts by dpeter19