It’s not too warm, but, after raining almost all afternoon yesterday, it’s all kinds of muggy. Seems appropriate for the first day of June. The sky is still overcast… really dramatic looking in today’s photos.

There’s a train in the near distance announcing itself at a crossing. Coming nearer, before passing by on it’s way into the distance.

The birds are singing louder today. As a matter of fact, it was a bird singing on the back porch that woke me.

I find myself missing the Mississippi Kites that used to hang out on the street to my west. The dead tree they used for a perch either fell or was felled and they haven’t been around since.

On mornings like this, the predominant flying birds winging their way over my yard are the gulls and herons. Alone or in pairs they soar overhead elsewhere.

My cup of Joe is getting low. And I feel the need to find out what the protests led to overnight.

My feelings about what’s happening are pretty simple… Most of the people protesting are peaceful folks trying to voice thier disgust about the same old thing that never seems to change. Ingrained power doesn’t like change. But the darker souls amongst us are always looking for an excuse, any excuse to run wild… break things, burn, smash, destroy. And this moment right now is perfect for those darker souls. They can mask their identity and still blend in. Hide in plain sight amongst those practicing social distancing.

Most of these dark souls couldn’t care less about George Floyd. This is just their excuse to break free from social norms. Their excuse to play Grand Theft Auto in real life… and mostly get away with it hiding in the crowd.

I am going to borrow a phrase I saw on yard signs everywhere back goring the last administration… Pray for America. While I thought the timing of those signs emblematic of what’s happening now, I think now is the perfect time for that sentiment.

On that note I think I’ll leave you…