Outside my front windows right now, an anti-occupation/peace march is moving through the streets of St. Paul. As I’m writing this, they’ve stopped in the middle of the intersection for a native circle dance with politically charged proclamations in two languages. Some of the dancers have rally magnificent costumes with full, high feathers and shining blue wardrobes reminiscent of (or perhaps genuine) Central American ceremonial garb. It’s really something.
Sara’s got the camera and, I hope, has gotten a few pictures of all this. It’s one more reason why I don’t think I could live in the ‘burbs again.
Noise: The slow fading of protestant drums growing distant.