peace

what's it going to look like?
it's going to be so good.
the plants and trees are going to grow in over the open dirt.
the slopes will fill with wild winds and rustling foliage, will sit stark and ethereal under star lit snows, bright and black and unbothered.
the lands around the towns will be dotted with homestead without walls or borders the gardens will weave bright moving patterns of food and flower.
the parking lots in the cities will be ripped out and planted with great shadow trees, a fountain.
the old buildings that have sat empty and useless will be retrofitted to make light filled workspace from where the foot traffic below can be observed.
the silence from the absence of motor vehicle will be filled with bird song, we'll learn to whistle and sing while we work, as we walk, again.
the clang, bustle and squeak of the industrial era without the throttle and the gunning of "modern" transportation machinery, will be musical again.
nobody wants to drive because the autonomous vehicles that circulate quietly will take you anywhere, anytime and you will never have to park, or wait, or cue.
radios will play at moderate levels almost everywhere you go.
the cacophony will be amazing, the conversation lively and the laughter contagious.
and it's neither utopic or distopic, it's common sense.
it's female and intuitive, it's cyclical and patient, it holds every age accountable for wonder.
it respects the danger of sex and it's medicine.
everyone knows the exact story of the three world wars and how they ended.
men are still heroes.