It is currently 5:00 in the morning here at my place in purgatory. The sunrise is beginning to show itself at a later time now, which means the sun goes down a little earlier now too. Soon enough, the warmth will cool and the leaves will change. Soon enough, this season will become the next, which is fine with me. I have always had an affection for the autumn months.
I have always enjoyed the picturesque version of the mountains near my home and the colorful foliage, which comes on somewhat quickly at the early part of fall, and suddenly, the trees that cover the mountains are varied in shades of red, orange, and yellow.
There is a smell in the air. You can smell the leaves in the air. You can smell the aroma of fireplaces escaping from the chimneys on the houses around my town. It’s quiet. And I’m fine with quiet.
In fairness, however, this entire year has been quiet. There was no summer this year. There were no gatherings or concerts at the beach. In most cases, people have kept their distance. We are all still in a low-level sense of quarantine with no end in sight.
I don’t believe anyone thought this Covid-19 business would stick around as long as it has. I’m not sure if this worked out the way we planned or if we did poorly.
I’m not much for politics. I’m not much for the discussions on which side is right or wrong. I’m just a man. That’s all. I’m just someone looking out of a window from a loft in my home and waiting for the sun to appear.
I’m just someone wondering what the seasonal changes will look like this year. I’m wondering if they’ll cancel things, like, say Halloween, for example. Will Thanksgiving take place this year? And what about Christmas? I wonder if Santa is doing zoom meetings with his elves right now because the factories are closed and the North Pole is shut down. Sorry Rudolph, your nose isn’t bright enough to get us out of this mess. At least, I don’t think so.
I will say this; if you look at the statistics from the rest of the world and you look at the numbers, both the morbidity and mortality rates; and if you see which country suffered the most, you would see that we did poorly this year. More than 797,000 people died from Covid-10. More than 177,000 of those deaths happened right here in our country. But I don’t blame anyone, least of all the government. At least, I don’t blame them like other people do. I blame me for my sins. I blame me for my actions. It’s always been so interesting to me how others blame others for the things that they do.
Someone told me that all of this Covid-nonsense will be over as soon as our election is over in November. I’m sorry. I’m not sure how this could be over. Then again, I’m not sure about a lot of things.
I’m not sure where my other socks go or how they get lost in the shuffle between the laundry basket, the washer, the dryer, and then back to my sock drawer.
I’m not sure why people love reality television. Or wait, no. Let me change that. I’m not sure why we call reality television reality, especially since it’s scripted.
I never understood why McDonald’s chicken McNuggets taste different in Connecticut than they do here in New York. And this is true. They even look different. Maybe the batter they use is different. I’m not sure but trust me on this one because I did my own research in the field and swallowed down a few boxes on a road trip I took to the casino. I’m not sure why this is the same as I am not sure about a lot of things. I’m not sure whatever happened to restaurants like Beefsteak Charlie’s or The Ground Round, and The Ponderosa.
Someone brought up Roy Rogers yesterday. I was never a fan of their burgers. In fact, I haven’t thought about this place since I was a kid. And to be fair, I never ate there much. And for the record, I was never a fan of Blimpie sandwiches either. I was never huge on Subway sandwiches but I’ve had a few. I did enjoy Quiznos though. But they went out of business.
I’m not sure how we decide trends or who picks the fashions we follow. I’m not sure what happened to music. I’m not sure what happened to the movies we watch; and if you ask me, the reason why kids are all screwed up these days is because they didn’t grow up with Saturday morning cartoons like we did.
The truth is I know there is love out there. I know there is beauty. I know that times are tough and there are ugly things happening around us. I know what we see on television but then again, the news will never report how a young man helped someone today, just because this was the right and decent thing to do. The news will never report how people shook hands and agreed to disagree to salvage their friendship and hugged-out their differences.
I know there is ugliness around me. I can see this all the time and I don’t have to search very far. There were 200 shootings in New York City last month. That seems like a lot, no? There are people marching for peace and then riots break out. So much for the peace after this happens. So much for the message of love and unity once the looting begins.
I know this is ugly. I know this is frightening. But I do know this is not enough to squash the beauty of what the sky looks like during a quiet sunset. I know the sunrise will come no matter how badly we treat each other. I know that to this day, I am a sucker for the song, What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong.
I think about Mr. Armstrong and the things he must have seen. I think about the adversity this man had to overcome and the hatred towards him and his race. And yet there he is, singing in a way that only he can sing. And with all of the challenges he faced, Louis Armstrong sung, “What a wonderful world.”
I thought about this and what I see:
I see trees of green. I see the mountains around me. I see my friends and loved ones too.
I see stars at night. And the moon shining bright. I see this all, and I think of you. And I think to myself, yes, it’s still a wonderful world.
I know there are beautiful things around me.
So be on the lookout because if Mr. Armstrong can see beauty then so should we.
The sun is coming up now. I think this is something I’d like to go see. But before I go, I think I’ll just leave this here for you.
I love you –