There is a War Going On in My Neighborhood
And I’m becoming incredibly worried.
I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but I feel I no longer have a choice. I have to speak up, lest my neighborhood battles escalate into something completely beyond reprieve.
In the before-times, there was peace.
Everyone loved each other, said hi on the daily, and occasionally lent a helping hand to those who needed it. I was one of those blissfully happy and ignorant souls. No longer.
Because now the enemy has declared their intentions.
There will be war.
The Background
For many months, I have embarked on a daily ritual of reading a book in the bright sunny afternoons of the nearby park. I’d pick a table, plop my posterior on a free bench, and sip away at my delicious oolong tea while becoming immersed in worlds of writers long since passed away.
It brought me peace, if not serenity, and a nice tan to boot.
People would walk their dogs around the long rectangular pathways. Some would wave at me if not try to spark up a chat. On the odd occasion, their dogs would come to pepper me with unwarranted sniffs and licks and body rubs. But I didn’t mind.
