I had just finished my radio program, playing 3 hours of some of my favorite music. I thought I would step outside and enjoy the peace of looking at the magnificent night sky.
The sky was beautiful. I could see the milky way. I could hear a neighbor scolding her dog. She sounded like a six year-old. It was bizarre. She was obviously taking out her frustrations on the dog. It was torture for the dog and my ears.
Things quiet down, I take a seat in the front yard and return to gazing at the sky. Ten seconds later this pickup truck comes careening up the road and stops 20 feet away from me. Then it lurches forward another 30 feet and stops again. This is like shattering glass to my peace.
I wait for people to emerge. No one does for several minutes. When they finally do, it’s apparent they are severely intoxicated. They amble back down the road, even stating “we are walking down the road” in a sing song voice. They disappear into Jay’s house.
At this point I decide there is more peace inside the house and come back inside, locking the door behind me.
My thinking 5 years ago was that I’d have more peace here than in the city. It’s nights like this I can’t wait for winter to quiet everything down.
It’s probably time to move.