To Kill an Election Mockingbird
It's been an eerie weekend in Oregon. Like clockwork, the Fall rains came the day after Halloween. As a friend describes it, we have 9 months of rain followed by 3 months of drought. Lucy and I have had many mornings in the fog at Riverside Park. It's a good time to see egrets and herons on the barely seen river.
Tonight I walked Lucy in the dark behind the warehouses and over the railroad tracks. The lights are few and far between in Salem - like any city in this state - and when they appear you feel like you're back on a movie set.
Trains whistle through this town regularly. One is echoing past us now, a reminder to always look both left AND right when crossing an intersection. The factory next door processes green beans. Graffiti-ed cars get parked and loaded, carrying those Oregon beans to exotic climes like Detroit.
Walking through these empty places in the dark, in the autumn, can only bring up To Kill a Mockingbird. The night is windy and chimes that never move are being thrashed about. It's time for Boo to make his appearance.
And I'm not only thinking of Election Day, but of course I am. The anxiousness I feel is real and emanates from the woods like those in the movie.
Tuesday night we'll know what's lurking in the woods, but until then, we have to live in the reality of fear and the unknown of change. It's a familiar feeling in Fall in general, for me at least. This year, with so much at stake and so much invested in the future, it all seems dark and personal.
Vote, vote, vote - even in the rain!
-- dcnative
posted by dcnative @ 9:03 PM
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