By Maryanna Gabriel
Making
silly rhymes (as in my last post) may be a strategy to lighten the mood, but I’m
not the only one. The ladies at the local café were dead set against discussing
the shifts going on globally. However, the news gets through eventually, and
one must be mature about it.
But not today. I don’t
mean the mature part; I mean the news part.
It is an intensely hot Saturday, as in wilting, and for no apparent reason, as
I write, we are in the middle of a power failure. As a result, the neighbourhood
is uncannily quiet, which I’m really enjoying. I swear there is a buzz that
vanishes when the grid goes down. I don’t even know it’s there, but when it's gone, it feels so much more relaxing in a subtle sort of way. Less of an energy
drain. Maybe it's the fact that the internet is off causing the inner news to broadcast more noticeably.
The energy that was our world in childhood feels closer, when a Saturday
morning meant comics, bikes, and popsicles. Funny how you don’t know what you
have so much of the time until it’s gone.
