Chopping Or Shooting

Chopping wood sounds like shots - gunshots. If they are done right, and these are. Chop. Chop.Chop. Shot. Shot. Shot. I am outside, writing in the sun. My hands are startlingly warm. A sense of well-being surrounds me. A pink aura has me in her grasp. The wood chopping sound gets my attention for a second. Chop. Chop. Chop. I look up at a weird angle and there is a rainbow reflection in my glasses. The sound has stopped. I thank God that it is not gunshots. It is only wood chops. I hear them during hunting season here, and I guess every two weeks or so at school. I do not want to get used to them. It is bad enough that my students have. They no longer look up.