I stand on a bridge overlooking Spokane Falls, the residents of this town passing me with emptiness in their eyes. Perhaps because of the bitter cold, or maybe the few strangers I encounter have the holiday blues.
I can’t shake how I see the same look though everywhere I go, no matter what town I step foot in.
Frustration. Despair. Anger. Sadness.
Our planet, our people, is in trouble. Signs that were once meant to inspire now only seem to be a sad reminder of what once was….
I continue to wander the streets, contemplating these thoughts, when hunger strikes. I stumble upon a local organic market.
Support local. Eat fresh. Feel better.
I find falafael, garlic hummus, pheasant and duck pate, with a fine local organic Roija to wash it all down. As I approach the checkout, an angel’s voice and smile greet me warmly. She gives me hope for humanity with her kindness.
I leave happy, glad to have come to the land of the Spokane Indian.
And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made- Fleet Foxes.