Three points make a triangle.
After witnessing the remnants of the American democracy in free fall during this year’s election, I found some peace in contemplating the stability that is achieved by three points
on a long walk through Turkey Run State Park’s maze of canyons.
Fall is almost over here, and the dead leaves and trees are awaiting the mercy of frost and snow.
There is beauty still in all of this, maybe because it cannot be made a target of hatred.
Let’s call this a prayer, if such thing still exists.