The day it all began, the sky became the ground and the ground became the sky. It was a Tuesday. People stepped out of their houses onto Carolina blue Earth. Most looked bambified – walking like new born deer on unsteady legs, fearing each step on the blue Earth would not land on solid surface and they would fall forever into the ground. I myself was just standing and watching, not afraid to step but too amused at my surroundings to leave.
Dogs and small children alike were uneasy at first, expecting to see grassy lawns in their backyards; but after the initial shock they chased after billowing cumulus clouds underfoot like a moving game of hopscotch. Adults did not fare so well. One heavier lady fell over as a string of stratus clouds flowed beneath her feet, throwing off her balance and perception. Several others aided her and then all toppled over when another stratus cloud carpeted underneath them.
“Excuse me, sir?” I heard from behind me. “I hate to bother you but may I ask you a question?” I turned around and faced a thin man wearing dark sunglasses and a backpack. He was not looking at me but more so looking near me. In his hand he held a long white cane and was tapping the ground as he shuffled. His blind eyes did not perceive the oddities of the day.
“Not a bother at all,” I said, realizing I was just staring and had not actually answered him.
“Thank you. There seems to be something unusual going on. I keep hearing people shout and I’ve been walked into a dozen times. I know I am on the north side of Main Street just outside City Hall, fourteen steps from the fire hydrant up ahead on the left. I feel for once I am not the one confused?” he asked, still tapping the ground with his cane.
“Well…” How do you tell a blind man that the problem is the sky is green and the ground is blue? What is blue and green to a person who lives in darkness? “Well,” I started again, thinking there was no reason to alarm the man that the world was upside down. “People are just protesting the new tax bill. They are just not paying attention where they are going and being extra clumsy. It is not you by any means. I’m sorry people keep bumping into you and this could be going on a while all over town.”
“Ah! I forgot the bill was passed last night. Right here at City Hall I should have assumed,” he chuckled. “I’ll be sure to make an extra wide swing of my cane while this is going on. Have a wonderful day,” he said cheerfully and walked off, undisturbed by the collection of cirrus wisps knocking others to their knees. As he left I heard him distinctly whistling the chorus of Carole King’s hit, I Feel the Earth Move.