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It wasn’t a tent at all, really, at least by today’s standards. Still, it was a wonder for my young self, 8 or 9 years old. It was a shelter, of sorts. A lean-to made of sticks, two old army ponchos, and a tarp on the ground. The best part was that we built it, we three. It was Dad, my brother, and myself with our hands, a hand ax, and some rope. As I took a moment to look at what we built, I was excited, making little hops, and a little bit afraid. It wasn’t just a shelter. It was to be my shelter for my first night under the stars.
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For want of a 3 dollar part
the water flowed too fast
It no longer gurgled
or washed gently over the hands
It was filled with violence
Splashing out of the sink
Soaking everything on the counter
Running onto the floor.
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Appalled, heart-broken, shocked
Angry, lost, unsure
Does any of it matter?
The president and others incited a riot
More, it was insurrection!
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It was only two days ago
Yet the joy still fills me.
We were immersed in study
I the teacher
They the students
Eager to learn
And they were eager.
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The weather turned last night. It had been in the 70s for a week. This morning, it barely made freezing. By 10 it was snowing. Oh, it wasn’t hard like the blizzard two weeks ago, but it was steady. It is a wet cold, seeping into the bones and joints, everything aches. By noon, it was positively chilling. Then the teapot began to whistle. “hot water” it said. Into the mug went the water, over the teabag. It was hard to wait. After six minutes I hold the steaming mug, too hot to drink, but wonderful still. The aroma is full and a little sweet, smelling like Christmas. It is peppermint. Soon I sip. The warmth fills my mouth, the scent my nose. With the first swallow, the warmth spreads down my throat and out through my chest. The aches diminish, the chill abates at least for a while.
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