Now reading Truman Capote’s “In Cold Blood”. Every time I hear a sound I turn. Every shadow is suspicious. Every voice an alarm. The windows have been double checked. When I came home this evening in the house I share and found the back door open ….
So Hurricane Sandy came and death toll: forty, last I heard. These people were alive, bouncing around just Tuesday last week. Maybe worrying about keeping a job, or affording the next Christmas’ presents, or delighting a new love interest, or …..
There will be more storms, earthquakes, plane crashes, senseless killings und so weiter. Life is precious. Live it. Death, unpredictable. Accept it. And fear? Irrational. Face it down with courage but no need to be stupid. Check those doors are locked!