Trench coats and Accords

I spent the day walking around DC today. I walked passed about fifty people dressed in the same trench coat, twenty people driving the same black 2006 two-door accord, and one man dressed in an American flag toga singing improvised protest songs while his wife, (who was similarly dressed) attempted to sing along, despite the fact there was no possible way of knowing what he was about to say.

but she kinda did.

I knew the words he was singing were improvised because the song was never ending, the structure was uncanny, and the melody was similar to that of a Presbyterian hymn i used to sing when i went to an orthodox church. He sang about guards walking by and the monotonous people in their black trench coats and black accords who are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to realize how Bush is moving towards monarchy. Obviously topics which could flow in any direction, yet about a fourth of the words that flowed from this man's mouth were predicted by his wife.
This couple was in their sixties both with long gray hair that fell to about their shoulders. The man's hair fell tangled under a beret, and the woman's was dreadlocks tied loosely at the back of her neck. They obviously had been married for a long time, because they had grown slightly crazy together. They dressed alike, protested Bush's obvious plan to overthrow the democracy together... and I envied that.

It takes an incredible amount of love and trust to reach an extreme like that; but much more, it takes an incredible amount amount of love and trust to look at those people in the trench coats and accords and look down upon them.

Knowing that the people around you will never, ever reach the point of comfort and contentment that you have, i believe, is bliss.