Of a Summer Day (July 27, 2019)

A war was being fought over who owned the moon. Mineral and water rights were at the forefront of national concerns. But as the ocean tides rose, the earth’s human population let out a vast yawn and rolled over in their perpetual slumber. “At least it is not my island, yet, that is sunk,” was the common refrain. Everyone was inundated with distractions. It was all a sham to shield extremely wealthy individuals from paying their fair…