Before the dawn.

I’d probably be better  off.   Mentally and emotionally. If I didn’t know what was going on in the world. Another example of ignorance being bliss. I get too wrought over politics. The lying and cheating. And I find reason to fret. Almost every time I turn on the news. There’s been a catastrophe of one kind or another. Or a terrorist attack. Or an endless war. Little wonder. That I’m flirting with the option of becoming a recluse. A hermit. Safely hidden from the rest of the world. No TV. No newspapers. No Internet. Maybe I’d venture out. At 3 in the morning. As a solitary wanderer. Feeling. What it was like. Before the dawn of civilization. ---Jim Broede