Many things cause my eyebrow to raise.
Still more cause me to visibly wince.
And then there are the things that need to be cleansed from the very dregs of my soul
lest they fester there and spread blackness.
My pale hippy fifty something neighbor.
Coke bottle glasses askew.
Long, stringy ponytail flapping back and forth like a Medusean snake.
Wearing only a faded purple t-shirt and bath slippers as she goes out to retrieve her mail.
Most likely bills and junk mail for COD fantasy knife collections.
I pull my boys away from the window.
We all stare at each other in silent horror.
The silence is actually a cry.
We have born witness.
The silence is broken by my oldest.
Him: "Dad, why doesn't she have any pants on?"
Me: "Hey, lets all go get some popsicles, huh?
God bless popsicles.