Night returns. The sky glows with a gloomy subdued pink hue. Searchlights aimed toward the heavens sway back and forth, back and forth. Stray beams appear white against some clouds. There is a breeze, a strong breeze.
The silence allows me to think about this day and all the things I did not do.
The breeze reminds me of all of the plans that I had made.
When I look up the sky above me is colored some dark hue. The subdued pink clouds float away. A couple of stars are visible.
The silence reminds me of the need for prayer.
The swaying spotlights reach toward the heavens and then retreat.
Voices in the darkness sound silly, try to sound upbeat. Laughter pierces the quiet with a loud anxious noise. The words the woman speaks serve no purpose other than making noise at midnight. The words offer neither praise nor thanks.
“It’s really funny-” begins a speech which is not accompanied by laughter. Someone coughs.
Night returns. Gloomy voices speak in loud, attention grabbing tones about sweaters and air conditioning.
The silence of life often occurs when great conversations are discovered to be small monologues. The silence of life encourages discernment.
A helicopter circles above some buildings pointing its spotlight down toward a street.
Social justice needs to become part of pop culture.
Abortion, homelessness, poverty and many other issues need prayer and action.
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