Well, damn. Find the love, people.

I was looking deep into the depths of the bytes of my computer today–and stumbled onto something I’d written a while back.  I’ve decided to post it due to the recent horror that this country has experienced. I have also decided to not look up the time stamp, as I’m not remembering WHY I wrote…

And Death Spoke

The big grey building changes the landscape as I look across the horizon toward the north. In the sky the clouds appear as a fuzzy blanket of dark moving toward the west. Supposedly it rains, for I can see drops in the puddles, though feel nothing hitting my face. The air is a chilly soul…