I took a walk to see The Capitol Building where Congress is trying to pass a bill to keep the government open. The once mighty, respected institution was starting to show its cracks.
Work seems more ominous than I remember.
Windy morning. Exhausted.
The color comes and goes. My vision streaks along the night sky. My sight is getting worse and the noise is back. I never know when to expect it. It shows up. An unwanted house guest in my own brain.
To. From. Here. There. Everyday is exactly the same.