Fred Meyer

The red maple has turned to fire, and its been almost tropical, even balmy when it rains. The leaves are slowing falling and blowing around the grass, asphalt, and sidewalk, as everyone wants to own the warm autumn days. The sirens are loud today and some projects are mostly done. There is a calmness and peace while the baby sleeps, yet his cells are busy at work growing and growing and growing. How could people not love children? How could people deny hope and passion and optimism? How can people think to be cruel? Why are people always fighting and needing to be right? Why is everyone obsessed with black and white? Right and wrong? I went to the grocery store the other day and everyone seemed sad, or medicated, or mentally ill, or drugged out. It was as if I were in a movie and all the actors were hired to look terribly down and out. One customer made the checker cry, and another could only slur slowly when she spoke. People are not happy and I want to know why. What is happiness and how can we all achieve it? No one should be left out. Life is too short to live on crushed dreams and anger. Life is too precious to sit idle.