Venting

I guess I have vented enough. That felt good. And of course I remembered the day as well, 6 years ago. Shock. Anger. Fear. And then a few days later; stuck in Kansas City and having to drive my rental car home; halfway across the country. There’s nothing like a long drive, all by yourself, to set things straight in your mind. To make and to answer all of the arguments. No radio either. Oh, I did pick up some radio when I got close to Denver and then again in Salt Lake City, but otherwise there was a grand silence across the prairie and the desert.