Memorial Weekend 2008

Sunday 7AM. The sun bathes the back room. Warm luminescent ink paints the furry canvas.
What are you going to do?
I ask the cat, Strat, expecting nothing in reply.
On days like this one is better to sit down and remember.
Peace seem to have a way to blend invisible, immaterial, imperceptible.
War and violence will leave us deaf and mute, incapable to communicate without harm.
Just for while, if we get to survive each other.
So, what are we going to do?
I wonder.