Just before dawn, a brief thunderstorm breaks apart and cools our world, followed by a dawn suffused with rosy and gold light. Much of the town might be sleeping, but the birds aren’t.
The clouds move in again and swallow up the colorful dawn with gray.
The human world around us unfolds in its uniquely human way, clumsy and jerking as vaccination rates rises. There’s a larger story of who contributes to herd immunity and who’s riding unvaxxed along the vaccinated wave. It’s a very, very complex story, with outcomes that aren’t even approaching murky yet. At the heart of this is that eternal koan, How do we know anything?
A koan the pandemic hasn’t made any easier.
I open all our house’s windows and the cool, rain-washed air rushes through.
One thought on “Rain”
DO we know anything?