This morning a golden leaf brushed my cheek as it passed by on its journey to the afterlife. I had not been thinking about the short winter days ahead, but the whispered voice of the fluttering leaf caused me to consider what tomorrow might bring.
The days of summer are behind us, the reds and golds of the leaves is testament that a change is coming. Our nights are cooler, our days less warm. The sun now spends fewer moments brightening our lives each day, running to hide from the darkness that chases it around the world. Day after day it runs, never tiring from the constant battle with the night.
Last night I did something I have never done. I sat through an entire political debate. It’s the first time I’ve made it past the 30 minute mark. This is what I came away with.
Let’s begin by saying that I am not registered as a Democrat, nor as a Republican. I am registered as a non-affiliate. I do not subscribe to the leanings of any one particular party. If we could do without politicians, I think we would be much better off. As it is, it is what it is.
Before I vote I like to see where each of the candidates stand on the issues, what they have to say, and what I think they’re liable to accomplish in the next four years to make my life better in the near, and far, future. As well as what they are going to do for this country, and more importantly how they are going to help this nation lead the world to a better future. I didn’t hear much of that last night.
I just realized I’ve been composing my short stories all wrong. Firstly, they drag–not enough action. Secondly, there’s not enough suspense. And thirdly, they’re just way too long.
Here’s what I’m talking about. Read this short story from When Will Jesus Bring The Pork Chops by George Carlin and see if you don’t agree. I think he’s got it down.