It really was the best of times. Peace had been the order of the day for as long as anyone could remember. And there was nothing that could change that.
People see things. But they don’t always see the whole of things. And that can lead to trouble.
As it appears we are heading now.
There are many stories of what was seen. Stories that contain some grains of truth, to be sure.
But what do I know really?
I’m just like you, caught up in the rising tide of events, watching the world get stranger.
And that chicken just won’t shut up.
Everywhere she goes, she just has to stick her neck in and peck out another story. Sometimes she even agrees with what she’s said before. Always, she is spreading fear.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of the sky.
Fear of the fox.
Fear of the wolf.
Even fear of Old Mac.
And because people are afraid, they call for prudent responses just in case she is right.
Or maybe it is just a rain storm.
And like a rain storm, perhaps it will blow over and our peace will return.
I’m not as afraid as most.
What I fear, is the fear itself.
And I fear it won’t end well.