It was such a distinct image. I see it still, though it was just a dream. I was trying to lock the door of a toilet. It was one in a wooden house. I wanted privacy, to feel safe. The lock or metal latch looked like it wouldn’t reach the hook that waited for it. Scores of circular lines had been made on the wall by others who had tried it. I reached over to secure it and it worked. It worked. It felt like a success.
And then in real time, in real life there is this horror, this misery. Storms and landslides, houses to be destroyed, lives lost. I cannot imagine it. The fear. The grief. I wish them safety and aid and for the world to not forget them.
