Pink Wig on Georgia

I had seen them blocks away, from the moment I left my condo. It was hard not to. The pink wig waving and jostling with every jerk and hitch of their body could be seen from space, sans telescope. They were loud without me being able to hear them. It didn’t matter what they said or what they were doing. I knew I would need to be on the lookout for what Pink Wig was up to. This is why attention is essential. You catch unexpected things. They disrupt the natural pattern and require adjustment, acknowledgment, and awareness.