By Dust Bunny
Photo by Taymar
They have stopped.
I don’t know why but they have stopped.
The consistent pounding throbbing pulsating din that goes on and on and on.
Sweet Jesus (pronounced “Ha SOOS!”) Look at that!
The pitch blackness of night is turning orange, slowly at first, hardly noticeable. But the eternal nothingness of night is ending. Thank God!
Jesus looks at me “Kay Paso?”