Broken Windows

We’ve arrived at a friend’s place in Seattle for a week-long visit. Not listening to news or checking market updates, I’ve seen several movies, eaten many delicious meals at great restaurants, enjoyed pleasant visits with friends and read several exciting books. During the warm afternoons, I’ve reclined for short naps in a sunroom chair, my heart rate keeping time with lazy dust motes, and my pace-of-life slowing dramatically.

Tonight, at the dinner table with three other couples, late daylight streams in from an upper window, casts a warm orange glow on the table. Conversation gently flows from topic to topic, and then I hear one of the women say, “The market took a dive yesterday.” Her comment shatters my peace of mind, like a stone thrown through a window, shards scattered everywhere.

conversation stopper
a fly lands
in the salad bowl

After the meal, evening news plays on the television. Over the past week – several mass shootings, a former president has died, a cabinet minister has been convicted of corruption, and, yes, a serious downturn in the financial markets.

descending graphs
on the tv screen
my lifesavings dwindle

 

     

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