I Miss My Freedom Most

Once there was a freedom from passwords, logins, codes- a trust in you to be yourself - no cameras on the roads. Once there was a personal choice to smoke wherever you chose. There was no violation- and no one cared to oppose. Remember when the world was safe. Night was like the day. No curfews locked away your youth. 10 pm was a great hour to play. The thing I miss is freedom from proving who you are. Constant identification- going much too far. I must be able to greet someone at a plane gate face to face, the days when public airports, were a safe and happy place. Does anyone remember when the last time love was heard? Yes, that is the time I miss- when love was an overused word. 7/27/2024