A thousand tiny orange lights twinkle in the dark as I peer out the window, startling me into an arrhythmia. The possibility of falling into a time warp and getting spit back out into the Christmas season is terrifying. I haven’t even started to shop or to consider how I will deal with ice as an off-balanced, pregnant woman.
With so many other bizarre-o things happening in the world, somehow the thought of time travel doesn’t seem so impossible. The snowcaps are melting, kids are shooting each other, our leader is insane and the world seems to be following in suit. Honestly, of all of the unbelievable things, the possibility of time travel is the most appealing.
There is actually a separate reality based on alternative facts where honest observation will do a person no good. Right is wrong, black is white, and up is down there. It’s a hell on Earth and not a place that I want to spend any amount of time. Yet, that is where important decisions are being made, in a place where information is mutilated, destroyed and refabricated as the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God.
So help you God is right. If there is a higher power, it seems that now is the time on call on Him or Her for clarity of vision, the strength to resist and the wisdom to separate fact from fiction during these confusing times.
I have to find out if once again my senses have deceived me and walk to the window for a closer inspection. The lights are fading out and with them the illusion of Christmas, leaving behind only a few beams of orange light from the setting sun to break through the leaves of a shadowed magnolia tree.
Relief takes the place of anxiety and returns my heart to a normal pattern. All is well with the world, or at least the world contained within the tiny plot of land surrounding my tiny house. My eyes have regained their credibility and with them their sister senses of hearing, tasting, touching and feeling. We have to trust the senses to recognize beauty for what it is with the same certainty as knowing evil for exactly what it is and is not.
For tonight, I will not doubt.