Hell Can Be Pretty, Too

Rode in this morning and found the Oakland sky to look like this...

I turned my head to look fully out the window and vowed to not be the martyr or saviour today.

I wasn't, but it cost me quite a bit of GUILT. Isn't that what hell is, after all? I came back to my City tonight and the world went from crispy to icebox crisper, and the steel and glass was as refreshing as water.

I give it six months.

Then I want to walk away, unless it blows my mind.

Redemption? They had better hope so.