(Inspired by a prompt to write about the weather)
The air today: thick with tension,
as if the world knew
pain from a past historic experience
etched into Scriptures so that, like the Holocaust,
we will always remember.
The sun is edgy,
peeking in and out of clouds,
unsure whether it is safe to face the world
without fear of repercussion.
The air felt warm, with a chill --
foreboding, perhaps. I sat in the laundromat,
feeling impoverished for not having my own
functioning washing machine and dryer,
forgetting for the moment,
that usually I like the laundromat
with its multiple washers and dryers,
plastic chairs and benches
creating an opportunity in a busy life
for meditation,
for reflection,
for a time out.
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