Monday, July 25, 2022

Where the Energy's Stored

When the lights flicker, do you wonder why?  Was it a vehicle hitting a telephone pole?  Maybe it was a lightning strike nearby.


Over there, by the treeline, under the sweetgum, molders a pile of darkening leaves.  They're from last fall.  Maybe older.

Decay is tomorrow's problem.

Insects sound off in unison.  From pianissimo to fortissimo, their song consists mostly of dynamics.  Distant highway sounds lilt a tune akin to a broken wind chime in accompaniment.

Everything just works.  Nothing has to fit some predetermined rhythm.  Some subatomic particle clicks and now we feel.