"Progress" is beginning to wear thin on my nerves. Things are a little better today since we had a wee bit of rain overnight but for the past two months, I was constantly on edge. My nerves were being tested at each turnaround. A severe drought left our area literally crispy. Leaves prematurely fell from the trees and became a thick, crackly carpet throughout the woods. This was just waiting for someone to take a notion of starting a fire whether by ill intention, a tossed out cigarette, fireworks or campfire. The city took the wise step of issuing a burn ban but, obviously, that does not apply to everyone. This all goes back to the progress thing. Clearcutting property has reached a frenzied stage as building new houses is all the rage. Fine. Fine and dandy. BUT...you should follow the rules. As the people clear the properties all around us, the trees are simply shoved in huge piles and lit afire. Yep, lit afire while we are under a burn ban due to drought. It is nerve racking to smell smoke knowing that any spark could set up a wildfire with the brisk north winds. Progress! Oh, how I would love to go back to being in solitude around here.
As I sat on the pier yesterday morning, I had a brief moment where I felt that solitude. The skies were eerily bright even though the sun had not even risen above the pines but the woods were pitch black. I say woods...there are dozens of homes just beyond those trees. For some odd reason, nary a light could be seen (power outage, maybe?). No streetlights, no house lights...nothing. As I sat there pondering the darkness, it occurred to me that maybe we are not meant to see everything. Perhaps, we are better off being in our own little worlds. I know I am. Too bad, it appears that my little world is soon to be a thing of the past.
