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?
Not a dream come true for me I’m afraid, Maria. 😭
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I feel the same, Paula.
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A nightmare, alas. But I’m already focusing on a survival strategy.
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That’s a good idea! I felt sad to have voted tactically in despair rather than hope so have not even shown my support for a party I would like to represent me.
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Am also interested in any survival strategies you want to share, Maria!
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Beautifully observed, Maria. How reassuring to have a giant at your back, in these times…
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Thank you, Cath. Am glad to see the giant though my less beautiful observation is that I can’t help thinking he looks a bit like Homer Simpson!
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I see what you mean – good to have a strand of comedy in there somewhere, so long as it is only a strand…
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Seems a collective nightmare with no way out from between a rock and a hard place.
Takes a steady spirit to endure without losing hope. Time, unless it lost its bearing in this virtual interconnected confusion of lies, may tell.
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Very wise!
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