Perhaps it’s because yesterday, I was reading about the horrible fires on the West Coast and in Colorado; thousands of acres burned, numerous deaths and injuries, countless homes and businesses destroyed.
Or maybe it’s because I watched a weather report last night describing the anticipated path of Hurricane Zeta, the seventh? eighth? – I’ve lost count – hurricane affecting the U.S. Gulf Coast this year.
Or, it could be because COVID-19 is constantly on my mind, as it is for the millions of others whose lives have been turned upside-down by the medical and financial and logistical nightmare of this illness.
Whatever the reason, this morning’s earworm was Synchroncity II by The Police. I woke up with Sting inside my head, singing about patterns and parallels and a shadow on the door of a cottage by the shore of a dark Scottish lake.