the best thing about memorial day is bike the drive. the silence. so thrilling. i feel it in my root. the oddest thing is how normal the assault on our senses has become. we know it's wrong and we know it's inevitable. 
anyway it's quiet this morning. people on the highway are talking. people on the bridge are talking to the people on the highway. we can hear each other think. we can think. 

in the silence this morning there were no guns, no flags, no chemical fires roasting factory grown beasts. in a moment, a machine pause, we sense paradise become memorial. that waits.