Saturday September 5, 2020
57 Days until the election on November 3rd
137 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021
Yesterday I was in the local hardware store and I saw a man wearing a facemask with the Trump name on it.
I wanted to go up and ask him if he was a sucker or a loser.
Maybe, I should have. Maybe more people will start confronting these people and maybe, just maybe, those diehard supporters will feel something this president does not – shame.
Maybe, I’m being optimistic.
Ah me.
Moving on.
We are experiencing Maine at it’s best. Last night I got up and took a picture of the moonlight coming through the vertical slats onto the deck. The big yacht with all its ostentatious lights had left and the sky was cloudless. Orion was rising. It was quiet. It’s the kind of quiet most people no longer experience. Except for the occasional bird cry there wasn’t a sound. The water was calm and therefore the lapping sound of the waves was gone too. It’s a kind of quiet I’ve come to treasure.
This morning I stood on the deck. Low tide was near. Not a sound and then, a group of docks flew by – squawking and honking.
It’s a special kind of place.
57 Days until the election on November 3rd
137 Days until the Inauguration on January 20, 2021
Thank for that moment of quietude and peace!