It was a vibrancy of life, a mental experience, a reward of awareness, of everything around. Back to a few normalities, back to some selected vulgarities. The mother of them all! Back to being admonished, back to seeking forgiveness. Without too much sacrifice, enough of that. It was already enough sacrifice 2 millinia ago, still hitched to that train. Railing it home. With faith, created by hope, created by word, created by truth. The light.
Seeing the initial wave, with their signs and demands and lawsuits. Then the 2nd wave, more bold, more sure. Respectful, yet uncaring of approval. Quiet. Then the 3rd, loud and boisterous, drunks and cranks, a few anyway. The 4th wave will follow. The classy wave, renewed, the best among us. They needed a rest, they needed some perspective. The 5th is the 5th. Nothing more to say about the 5th wave. Then the 6th, who barely noticed the previous two month's viral condition. They are intentionally uninformed, they are gamer aces, they listen to thrash metal. All of them, they all listen to thrash metal. Finally, the 7th wave with a silent arrival, the preparers, the real mountain people, the gridless, swampy and wild. Stocking up always.
The extreme clean freaks, they will be 7th wave, and they will encounter a cleaner world. Best of times for these 7th wavers. Howard Hughes' nirvana. At no time in history have germs and viruses been more under attack. The smell of Lysol is with us now, no more wasting the dusk. It is part of our earthling air, we will drink it in, breath it constantly. Chlorinate the pools, listen to the waves. They all sound different. And it is fine, the sound of waves is never wrong.