My anxiety level often increases when police are present. It’s not that I’m a criminal nor have I committed some minor infraction of the law. It’s simply an involuntary emotional reaction. Perhaps it is the visual presentation of their vehicles. Maybe it is because I think they suspect everyone of being crooked. After all, don’t they need to meet their quotas?
I had been sitting at the desk which in front of the window that faces the street. I had just finished reconciling my banking accounts. Feeling happy about finishing that chore, I leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the peaceful view. Squirrels were eating corn from the neighbor’s feeder. Robins were picking at the ground for insects and worms.
Then an SUV with police markings arrived and parked directly in front of my field of view. The cop looked around at his surroundings. He then began writing something onto a tablet-like device. The cop commenced to just wait. Was he going to walk up to my home? Was he waiting for the perfect moment to knock on my door to take me away?
Looking closer, I noticed the cop had focused his attention ahead and towards the house that is katy-corner from mine. Why was a house under surveillance? Was a major arrest going to happen in the neighborhood?
I went about my own domestic business while occasionally glancing out the window to spy on the cop. My nervousness had gone away. I was merely curious.
After the SUV had been parked on the street for over three hours, the cop drove it out of the neighborhood. Was it time for his lunch? Anyway, an hour and a half later, the cop returned and parked at the same place on the street. Again, his attention was focused towards that katy-corner house. After awhile, another SUV arrived. The other policeman struck up a conversation with the first cop. A few minutes later, the second vehicle departed and left the first cop alone to continue the surveillance.
Around three o’clock, I returned to the desk in order to fire off an email to a cousin. The SUV was still parked across the street. Suddenly, the cop put on his seatbelt and started the vehicle’s engine. Soon, the SUV quickly drove away. It left the neighborhood entirely. Was an arrest underway? Did the police discover the suspect or suspects somewhere else? Was there a completely unrelated emergency that took priority over the surveillance? For whatever reason, the police did not return to the street in front of my house.
I wonder who he was observing while I was observing the observer. There’s something philosophical about that question.
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes the Ancient Roman Emperor, Marcus Aurelius. “Nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under thy observation in life.”