(With apologies to T. S. Eliot.)
OK, maybe it’s a little cowardly to respond to the disaster by hiding far away. Even here, it certainly isn’t out of our minds for long. But there is solace in sitting outside with Walter the dog and Lili the cat, as the sun sets, watching the surfers comb the white hair of the waves blown back.
We will linger here a little. Human voices will wake us soon enough.