Supplemental Letter - The Breeze

I woke up this morning and poured a cup of hot coffee. The sun was bright and a fresh breeze was blowing. I scanned the news around the nation and world. There were no murders in Chicago the night before, and as I searched the local wire I found that there had been no murders at all. Through the windows I could hear a group of children playing and in a yearning for my lost youth; I listened to... their conversation for a long duration of time. They were discussing history and science, and two of them were competing to correctly complete mathematical formulas. I stepped outside in the crisp morning breeze to retrieve my printed newspaper, which boasted of unprecedented bipartisan cooperation in cutting foreign aid, increasing domestic investment, health care, education, and job creation. A diverse group of my community neighbors were gathered speaking and listening to each other on various topics that impacted the nation and community, and they discussed plans to gather the children together later in the day for educational development. I waved to them and they waved back. As I drove to the store for necessities with my windows down and the fresh breeze against my face, I passed the playground and saw fathers playing with daughters and mothers playing with sons. Further down the road, I saw young men in their teenage years rebuilding an elderly woman’s dilapidated home and I saw modestly dressed young women in their teenage years feeding and clothing a homeless family and providing their children with books.

The morning breeze that day was so fresh and exhilarating, and oh so real. It was indeed a dream, but every morning I go to my window and my door and anxiously await that breeze.