They were eating beets, and they shared some with you. “That was great,” you reported. I could tell you were smiling.
Perhaps he was sitting atop his Puma at that very moment, appreciating the beauty of this sky.
Low trust societies do not have this. Low trust societies fall apart.
The cuckoo and the woodpecker sing away, counting down the time between news headlines and army updates.
Still, I’ll say my prayers, answer the WhatsApp polls, and do as one friend suggested, “Just close your eyes and send your son hugs. I think he can feel it.”