This story takes place on April Fools night, 2008.
11:11pm – I’m sitting at my desk, trying to focus on a Spanish reading assignment. I’m absorbing it better than usual, but quickly my mind wanders…it started raining a couple minutes ago. Pretty hard. Oh, it’s April. The wind whistles as it rushes past the outcroppings of West’s many dormers and peaks. My mind begins its frequent journey to the depths of introspection. Continue reading “Show Me Your Soul, Children”