Something about a Sunset.
We watch them. Some drive out to a bluff, some walk to a shoreline, some sit in chairs or on a back porch swing. Some, during an evening barbecue, stop mid-conversation to watch the last rays of the day give way to brilliance.

Something so distant in our genetic history is echoed forward in a wordless, primordial response that it binds history to the moment.
The last light of the day. The last light gives way to splendor. Clouds left from a passing storm blends, bends, and offers itself as a canvas for the glorious event.
Our souls vibrate with the prehistoric memories of confused excitement, awe and momentary fear of light passing into darkness.

All those ancient cellular memories touch us in the moment and we rejoice for it heralds another day coming.

Amtrak announced it would be randomly checking luggage as a stepped up security measure. They are looking for nail clippers, excessive shampoo, cigarette lighters or any that could be used to hijack a train. (sarcasm, deadpan mode)

Security is big business. Politicans beat their chests like adolescent monkeys garnering attention from "the unseen threat"

What is dreadful is the waste of our tax dollars to employ poorly trained displaced construction workers, people who want to be police but failed the psych exam, to be given jobs molesting grandmothers, children or a cute teenage girl and sometimes the rest of us.

If police pull us over in our car, they must have "probable cause".
There is no "probable Cause" to go through luggage.
It is the criminalization of people who us public transportation.

Police receive extensive training and psych exams to weed out "potential problems".
This is not so with Transportation Security.

If you have never been in a police state or been in a county ruled by fear, dictatorship and threat, then it is beyond your recognition to know it here. If it is called "Security" instead of "oppression" then you will not recognize it. When it is too late, you will recognize threats, name calling, random searching of women and children for what it is.

We must follow and enforce the Constitution and the Bill of Rights or we are not a Free Society. There is no argument, no half measure, no renaming, no exceptions..That is why the founders conceived the Document.
If we stray as a people, it is because we have strayed from our core, or humanity. If it is not "We the People" then it is a dictatorship with a "Decider" making the decisions and not a representational government.

Vote this election, keep in contact with your State and Local representative, Congress person, know what they are doing and contact them by phone, snail mail, Email as a single person or as a group. Your hard earned money is supporting their jets and limos. Make them earn their keep, do their job.
It only takes less time then watching a TV program.

OK I am off my soap box.

One foot in front of the other. Socks on one at a time. Coffee steam rising in smooth waves. Sounds of hissing tires on the street. Fabric's brushing as a sound of softness when the jacket is slowly pulled on.

Walking in the breeze there are no sharp edges. Turning the corner as neatly as folding paper. The brim of a hat between thumb and forefinger tugging the fabric snuggly.
Cool breeze drifting. Cool and smooth as water running down the back in a morning shower.
If everyday was a cool breeze how would we ever know the joy of it?

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Apparently it is a hacker scheme to take you to disreputable websites selling junk or malicious software for your "Protection"
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At the beach. Watching surfers catching fast closing surf. The camera bag at the ready if the big swells would come in as predicted. The oldest son out among the other dark clad wetsuit surfers.
Reaching for the mini binoculars and only found air. They were gone. Fallen out of the camera bag in the space of only 60 feet.
They weren't expensive, they were sentimental in value mostly. Loss and recrimination fought for attention. If they had only been secured to the bag.
Back and forth, looking, to no avail. The oldest boy was drying off for the ride back to across town. One more look while he toweled off.
A tall man was talking to his son in Portuguese, saw the searching and indicated to a note under a pebble.
"Found: Binoculars" etc..
A call, an identification.

At Wahoo's restaurant she would drop them by. An exchange was made. binoculars and in appreciation two gift certificates to the restaurant.

An exchange was made; a gift of a lost memory for a gift of unspeakable gratitude.

An exchange of heart felt smiles.

An exchange between what human beings do for each other.
Her gift was far the greater.