Sunset is here, the sun is still up and it’s still warm but it is waning and the birds are seeking shelter for the night. It’s that quiet time of day which gives you pause and makes you reflect on the day or your thoughts. The whole day I have stayed away from the news. Feasted on Scandinavian crime dramas, taken Otis for walks, had coffee, played solitaire … ignored the beeps on my phone with updates on this and that, told myself to get writing, to do some cleaning, to sort some photos …
I am trying to be steadfast in my faith in people, and that being patient will pay off but it’s hard every now and then. I keep telling myself I am a wimp for feeling so emotionally drained! And for what? The people who lived under Stalin after the War are who I most often come back to- that indoctrination and thought police that instilled a fear in you, and destroyed all hope of a world where you actually had personal choice.
Then I think what’s the point? Why spend energy on this, the people of the world are bent on destroying it anyway, so it will all be moot in a near future regardless. But I can’t accept that for long, I have to believe in the goodness of people, and that they will see reason and save the planet, and allow for a better way of living, a kinder way towards each other so that all our children will have a future.
But if we don’t find out soon I will have joined blimpdom …