The Story Of An Evening Walk

The walk started out simple enough. I walked across the street with Cael in the stroller. The sidewalk was clear of debris and bumps. The street was clear, except for the occasional sedan or minivan cruising by. Cael and I talked about the trees and grass until he fell into peaceful sleep. I continued walking along the road. The cardinals were singing their beautiful tunes, other birds chirping and tweeting filled the air as well. Black Eyed Susans bloomed amongst the wild grasses and pine trees. The scent of honeysuckle and freshly mowed lawns drifted lazily on the breeze.

Homes were alined on the opposite side of the street. They were impressive, with three stories, long driveways, and tall wooden fences. Children and small dogs played in some yards. Others contained families grilling on their back porches. A young girl and a younger boy in swimming suits squealed in delight as their mother, with her feet in an inflatable wading pool, sprayed at them with a hose. Fellow walkers greeted each other on the sidewalk as they passed, with "hello"s, "how are you"s, and "what a beautiful evening"s.

It was a perfect walk until...

vvvvvvrrrrroOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMmmmmmmm

A rusted truck with a faulty muffler zoomed by with the occupants catcalling and weaving all over the road, scaring the birds and stifling the pleasant outdoor smells with exhaust fumes.

I am completely amazed at how the world can be a wonderfully beautiful place with singing birds and carefree living, and in the next moment, make me wonder if non-lethal poison darts could be legally used on the asinine, insensitive, and imbecilic (albeit cricker-ish) human beings that inhabit the Earth.