Aaron's Coconut

Start the day. In what way was the cold spring, last wet summer a global warning, indicator. Says one commentator on the op-ed page, the dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity's technology, philosophy, even religion's ability to see past daily survival to the music in the rock. I've doubted the taboos one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty of the world we knew. Aaron's coconut. Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet stream, noise, perhaps our fears are overdrawn, we'll get along, it'll all hold together 10,000 years more, the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain and sere desert equally appreciated, baseball lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.