soapbox

I had to smile at myself last night after I posted.  Pay attention, I told the strangers.  How much do I miss in a given day?  Tons.  But it didn't stop me from climbing on my soapbox.  Then I laughed because there was a place we went when I was in high school--an empty stretch of sand--that we called Soapbox.  There, we did all manner of things we couldn't do in crowded daylight, but it would have been really funny if we all gathered there every weekend to listen to one another's overblown rhetoric.  To open the gates of our collective social consciousness.