Why are we waiting for the war to start? Eyes glazed over while the news only serves as a timetable for when the monuments will go up.
Rain starts to fall as I walk under the arch memorializing the soldiers and sailors who died in the Civil War, and the air looks unsettled, unfriendly and wary, gray clouds yellowing sickly with light from an unknown source.
It's gonna get darker when the storm starts in earnest.
One year ago: Not Complaining
Two years ago: Bored
Three years ago: Bass-awkwards
Four years ago: I've Got The Look (How Do I Get Rid Of It?)