Friday the 13th of December 2019. Early morning. I wasn’t in a hurry to turn on the radio to hear the election results.
As I pulled up the blind the Moon was sinking.
Everything else was a dawn blur, the giant asleep, head resting to form the hill. As the Moon dropped into that empty eye socket, the giant seemed to wake up, open-mouthed, alarmed.
I turned on the radio. The sun came up. The light in the giant’s eye dimmed and disappeared. I thought about going back to sleep too. But it might be a good idea to keep our eyes open at least some of the time in the coming five years.
Was the election result a dream come true for you? A bad dream or a good one?