A grief counselor tries to console her, but the camera flashes in the hallway outside make her jump. The lights reflect in her haunted eyes.
September 29 is going to be remembered for a long, long time. You can bet that in the coming weeks the voices will be shrill and angry as the talking heads try to out-scare each other and the politicians and partisans brawl over who’s to blame. If there are no fist fights over this by the end of the week I’ll be very surprised.
A lot of people are scared. If you’re one of them, then take a deep breath and go eat some pizza or fix a nice big lasagna with garlic bread and lots of cheese. Watch your favorite movie, pet the dog, go make a zombie. Relax.
Just because the “professionals” are terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought doesn’t mean that we have to be.
If that doesn’t make you feel any better, then here are a few pictures to help take your mind off of things.
Early witch flying contraption
For Uncle Bob who taught me first. Thank you. Now soar.
August in Snug Harbor – The final bake of the season.
Asphalt shimmers and tired leaves droop in the soggy, sultry air. Relief comes in a quick cloud shadow, a short cool breeze. But Sol is relentless and there is much broiling and sizzling to endure before the fall of night.
Finally, though, shadows come out to prowl. From low places they stretch up, reaching for the purple and orange sky. The earth sighs and clicks to herself, cooling after a long, hot day.
Bats wheel and swoop in the watercolor sunset and three familiar night-lights appear. Lanterns among the sparks of stars.
All summer there have been these close and pleasant companions – Venus in the west, Jupiter in the east, and Saturn in the south.
But there have also been three watchers that wait patiently for the hated lights in the sky to shift away.
When real darkness returns, these three are its usher:
Calamity, Pariah, and Infamy.
When angels turn their backs, watch out! Lock your doors, pull the sash, and pray. Pray that thin line of salt across the threshold really does hold power to keep them out, because it’s cold on a broom stick at 10,000 feet, where the thin air stifles the screams of a soul devoured.
These are the Grim Sisters.