Word Count: 238
Mood: During the carpool this morning, the world seemed so tender. Maybe because of the weekend's events in Arizona, I felt a kind of communal heavy sigh as I passed a young red-headed office worker juggling her coffee and her keys on the way to her car for the early commute, a middle-aged man waiting for the bus and smiling at a pigeon cooing near his feet, a group of brave golfers carrying their clubs across a frosted green. They all seemed to be struggling with the same kind of quiet disbelief of the pain we humans inflict on each other.
Mood: During the carpool this morning, the world seemed so tender. Maybe because of the weekend's events in Arizona, I felt a kind of communal heavy sigh as I passed a young red-headed office worker juggling her coffee and her keys on the way to her car for the early commute, a middle-aged man waiting for the bus and smiling at a pigeon cooing near his feet, a group of brave golfers carrying their clubs across a frosted green. They all seemed to be struggling with the same kind of quiet disbelief of the pain we humans inflict on each other.
Comments
Post a Comment