Springtime

The first full day of spring brought beams of sunlight breaking through a smattering of clouds – a hopeful sign.

A leisurely walk around a couple blocks was a new experience.  We were not alone. 

Usually our neighbors houses are locked up tight – the only sign of habitation is a car slipping in our out of the garage.

Today, couples pushing a baby carriage and leasing a dog; a group of “old guys” walking together down the middle of the road; the tailgate of an SUV open to enable easier carrying of the prized possessions scored at the local market.

It was refreshing.

By mid-afternoon, the clouds had arrived. 

The sky was dark, again.

Mom never talked much about growing up in the dust bowl days in the plains east of Raton.  The family, I’m not sure how many, moved there to escape the surrounds of Vashti, Texas.  A farm town near Wichita Falls, not far from Oklahoma.  

She didn’t need to tell me about those days – I could see it in her eyes.  

It was like my Dad never wanted to talk about World War II. 

Some things are just better left unsaid.

These are trying times for us all – but we will persevere.

After all, as my candidate for President of the United States says, “We are the United States of America.”

Some people don’t understand, preferring to think about themselves and how they will be recorded in the history books.

History will tell who is doing right, and who should have done right!  

Cheer up – the sun shall shine again!