I find myself longing for a time when we were not alienated from nature. When houses had front porches with swings and
we sat outside and visited with our neighbors on summer nights when the moon was bright and the air was soft and
warm.
The fragrance of roses and honeysuckle drifted around us and
we shared lemonaide and iced tea. On other occasions we
all got together for fried chicken and home made ice cream.
Now we are all locked in our houses with alarm systems and
are unaware of the small tragedies and dramas going on around us. We are cautioned to call 911 if an unlicensed
handy man shows his face. I don't like this kind of world
where everyone has guns and empathy and compassion are in
short supply. I exercise reasonable caution but I refuse
to be a part of this paranoia. I will still help when
I can and over comfort when it is called for.