And Breathe

It comes out as a sigh, that first release of the breath I’ve been holding.

By the time I look up, it’s 4:30 on a Friday, the dead zone for releasing information, let alone sitting down to write.

But here I am, my breath caught at last, caught in the comfort of an easy rhythm — in, out; in, out — as I allow myself to relax, to try to remember what it was like to live a day out of dread.

This is the way now.

A madman’s tiny hands no longer hold the reins of power, and while much remains to be done, much has already improved, just in the space of time it takes a minute hand to move.

The moment, the striking of noon on Wednesday, resonates. Though the bell tones pealed twelve times just like every day before, and every day to come, I heard them differently then.

I heard hope in those bells, and I hear it still: a tinnitus of optimism.

Over this I hear cries from voices that would drown the moment, if only they could grip it and wrestle it beneath the waves of their own rage and dismay.

Not today, not today.

And for the days ahead I shall push through, focusing on the sounds that matter, repeating the good things I hear, and endeavoring to let the dark voices fade into history by ringing those bells again, and again.

Go Park Yourself

A visiting friend parked her car in an unnumbered space in my condo’s parking lot.

In theory, this is not a problem; numbered spaces are reserved, but the unnumbered are up for grabs.

In practice …

When the friend left, she found the following [slightly paraphrased] note:

I’m a homeowner! 

How dare you park in front of my unit!





         Angry Neighbor

The note wasn’t what caught her attention, though.

It was my neighbor’s car, parked behind my friend’s car, blocking her in.

He didn’t do that because he had to; there were several empty unnumbered spaces available a few feet away.

He did it to make a point, which was, apparently, that he would rather wake up to the angry yelling of his father (the actual homeowner, who answered the door when we rang at 1 a.m.), get up, get dressed, and move the car … than park a few feet away.

Point taken.