These Sunday posts roll around too fast! Rather like the year and the whole screaming towards Christmas thing…or is it just me and/or an age thing…?
I raised my face to the storm-clad sky and let the rain wash the sweat and blood from my skin.
Some of that blood was mine.
Most of it was not.
I drew in a deep breath and savored the scent of pain, anger, and confusion that rode the air. This day—this moment—had been a long time coming, and I intended to enjoy every second of it.
If only because seconds were probably all I had left.