Maybe it's Only a Dream

It happened because I started to fall asleep. My finger, poised over the delete arrow--descended. When I opened my eyes- mere seconds-- everything written was gone. Letter by letter, word for word, sentence by sentence-- all gone into that space highway in the sky.

Perhaps it's just as well. I had three long and convoluted paragraphs complaining about the demonizing of Hillary Clinton, the negativity, and the hate that is brandished around like a saber cutting down whatever is in its path.

Perhaps it's best to read a mystery--Then do everything possible to make sure that hate and ignorance and bigotry aren't our marching robots, our banner.