Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Just out of Reach


They spent the first part of their lives together.  Two couples, friends since high school.  Then, as it will happen, life got in the way, events and adventure took center stage, and distance now spread between them, Carole and Edwin in one state and Ann and Kasper in another.

The conversations they shared together were now over the telephone.  Still reliving old times and fun adventures, but from a distance.

As age crept up their conversations changed.  They spoke of medications and exercise, walking through the neighborhood and knee braces.  Wine and Cheese parties had become doctor visits.  Vacations were now rehab schedules.

Phone calls became scary, as none of them wanted to discuss procedures.  That was the latest activity, procedures.  The polite and accepted term for operations, involving hospitals and recovery times. 

But the humor had never left and never grew old.  The rocks in Edwin’s drink were now in a bag, held against his knee, while the bottle of Bombay Gin collected dust, on the shelf where it has sat quietly for several years.   Out of reach in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 ZC

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Tuesday, October 20, 2026

What a Wonderful World

 

The entire time humans have been on the earth, not once did they ever consider it was the trees.  It’s always been the trees.  From the very beginning they were controlling the weather, adjusting temperatures and tide fluctuations.  It was when humans began destroying the rain forest that the tree communication system was discovered and how powerful their influence was over everything else.

Mankind had some hard decisions to make, and they had to be made soon.  Without the ability to communicate with the massive plants, human intensions would prove an almost insurmountable task.  Eventually it was through an artificial intelligent system that effective human intent was conveyed, and the trees loosened their control over global warming. 

A handful of smaller countries refused to acknowledge the power of the forest.  They quickly experienced devastating floods and relentless winds.  Wars and border skirmishes quickly drew to a halt, and communication lines were once again opened. 

        The first messages had been so subtle that most scientists dismissed them as statistical noise.

        Meteorologists noticed storms changing course without explanation. Oceanographers found tides arriving minutes early or late despite every model insisting they should not. Forest ecologists reported vast networks of trees exhibiting coordinated responses across continents.

        Then came the Silence.

        For seventeen minutes every tree on Earth ceased releasing oxygen.

        The drop was small. Most people never noticed. Sensors did.

        The trees had not attacked. They had merely demonstrated capability.

        Human governments reacted predictably. Some demanded negotiations. Others demanded weapons. A few military leaders proposed targeting major forests before the phenomenon could escalate.

        The proposal disappeared within days.

        Every nation involved suddenly suffered bizarre logistical failures. Satellites malfunctioned beneath cloud cover that had not been forecast. Transportation routes flooded. Agricultural regions experienced unprecedented frosts.

        The message became impossible to ignore.

        The trees were listening.

        The artificial intelligence designated ARBOR was humanity's first successful translator. Fed centuries of environmental data, it eventually recognized that the forests communicated in patterns of moisture, root pressure, fungal signaling, pollen dispersal, and electromagnetic activity.

The transmission that emerged shocked everyone.

Not because it was hostile.

Because it sounded tired.

"We have carried you."

The sentence appeared simultaneously on screens around the world.

        For seven thousand years, ARBOR explained, the forests had moderated temperature extremes, reduced the intensity of storms, and maintained ecological balance beyond what natural processes alone would have produced.

Human civilization had never existed on a wild Earth.

It had existed inside a carefully managed garden.

The revelation altered history overnight.

        Religions revised doctrines. Economists attempted to calculate the value of services the forests had provided. Historians wondered how far back the stewardship extended.

ARBOR eventually asked a question of its own.

"Why did you hide?"

The reply took nearly three weeks to decode.

"When children believe the house cleans itself, they do not learn responsibility."

Around the world logging operations ceased.

Armies shrank.

        Nations began competing not for territory, but for forest expansion. The countries that once measured wealth in oil reserves now measured it in canopy coverage and soil health.

Decades passed.

The planet recovered.

        And for the first time since the dawn of humanity, the trees slowly surrendered control of the weather.

        That was when people finally understood the magnitude of what had been happening.

The climate became less predictable.

Storms wandered.

Seasons shifted naturally.

The forests had not been ruling the Earth.

They had been protecting it.

        And now, after tens of thousands of years, they were seeing whether humanity was finally ready to do the same.

        In the depths of the Amazon, beneath roots older than recorded history, a message spread through the underground network.

        Not in words, but in chemical pulses that traveled for miles.

        The translation appeared on ARBOR's monitors only hours later.

"Watch them closely."

Then, after a pause:

"They may yet grow."

 

 

 

 

 

 ZC

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sky Mall

 

Not that I have a bucket list, but if I did, the first thing I’d like to do is wander through the Sky Mall.  I know they can’t possibly fit everything into their catalog, so I think I could spend days just going up and down the aisles checking things out.  I’d like to reach out and touch the various clouds to see just how fluffy they really are.  Maybe even lick one or two.  I’ve always been curious as to what flavors they are.  Of course I’d be careful, as I wouldn’t want to cloud my judgment.

I imagine they all have little labels sticking out identifying content, and possibly laundry instructions.  Most likely they are all drip dry.

 

 

 ZC



I know the difference

 

        City kids had no cob.  They learned to eat corn right off the can, while cowboys moved very few cattle by subway.

 



        zc

Duck and Cover

 

        Just as the small chipmunk has become adept at noticing the shadow of a circling hawk, I too have learned when it is time to seek shelter. Faced with an impending doctor's appointment, I retreat into a book, ducking for cover into its pages. My mind slips into the safety of an ongoing story, leaving behind, for a little while, the reality of whatever unpleasant activity awaits. There, among fictional troubles and imagined adventures, I can remain hidden, unaffected by scalpel and unfamiliar phrases.

        It is a coping mechanism that becomes more perfected as I age and the frequency of appointments becomes greater.  Unlike the chipmunk’s dive into the depths of a hole, my retreat takes me to the fabricated, yet secure territory of people and places I myself have created. Stories with pleasant outcomes, free of bandages and ice packs.  Where the end isn’t followed by a recovery time.

        The better the book, the more effective the distraction.



 

 


            ZC



Nelson's Day at the Beach

 

There are all kinds of lives taking place in a tidepool. Tiny creatures, most of whom have never gotten detention or a tattoo.  Their entire life has been exposed to the coming and going of the ocean waves.  None of them signed up to be there, that’s just where life put them.  Random acts of gravity and brute force made the decision for them.

Small depressions and partial holes along the rock formations act like little shelters.  These indentations are both their home as well as little serving dishes for the seagulls.

Yes, another cruel side of Mother Nature is dishing up little treats for the birds.  And yet, I’ve not seen any of this in a children’s book.  A colorful illustration of Nelson Crab, walking along, minding his own business, when – WHAM!  A powerful ocean wave picks him up and slams him against a hard rock.  Stunned, his little head spinning, with no clue as to what has just happened or where he is now. 

He reaches his little crab arms out, searching for a grab bar or banister, but there is nothing but the slippery side of rock all around him.  Fortunately, the little hole he landed in is full of fresh, cold ocean water.  Unfortunately, a giant monster with seagull breath has seen him splash down, and with giant orange jaws his disorientation is quickly replaced with crushing pain.  Little Nelson’s lights go out for the last time.

 

The End



Okay, so maybe I see why they didn't want me writing to Hospice patient.