Squall Line

Standing outside the front door watching a storm approach from the West.

The clouds flash and the thunder rumbles in the distance.

Wind rises.

And my heart swells with ….

With what?

Awe?  Wonder?  Amazement?

We are so insignificant compared to the wonders our planet and universe.

It’s a squall line. A cold front.  It will pass quickly.

And I’ll miss it after it passes.

Dark Skinned People – Are We Coming Full Circle?

When I was a kid, dark skinned people were commonly called “colored”, officially called Negro.  Over time the term changed to African American, then to Black and most recently to “People of Color”.

How long before “People of Color” gets shortened back to just “colored”?

It will be interesting to see the next stage of this terminology.