There is stillness this summer…

Stillness and heat are so quiet in the city.

Until the eruptions, however, another story.

I sleep until I awaken, with nothing much planned, and many hours after that, the kid greets the day. Noonish.

There is uncertainty in this stillness, like we are waiting for something, somewhere that will define just how powerless we have become.

Even in this stillness, there’s some tomfuckery afoot! I can feel it. The bastards are up to something!

Every day, I pray upon awakening to God, and in this, there is stillness also.