As you may surmise by Norma's back porch photo, it is a rainy day.
I like to sit at the table under this window and write rainy day questions in hopes of finding an enigma. They often look like this:
This second photo was taken when the sun was out, but the idea is sound. "If we lived in a just world, more people would be jailed for crimes against themselves." This premise was questioned 2 days earlier, and over it, in shadow: "Accident or belligerent reality?"--(Trap, pg 41)refers to a play I wrote (performed in 1966) --not sure what the heron has to do with anything (or am I? --parentheses are fun!).
Other lines emerge --as when one falls in the dark:
She: I found you on the bedroom floor!
Geo.: And here I always thought we met in a library.
Much as I would like to follow my inner voice and say she is wrong, I concede my inner voice is wrong far oftener.
Rain resumes and all enigmas seek the same shelter --the human mind-- towel each other off and huddle for warmth.
(Gordon Lightfoot, "Rainy Day People")