You know, I deleted my old blog because I'm worried about how you will react.

            Clouds covered the sky with series of grey tints. It’s four o’clock and a bell is ringing, a bird chirping in the distance. Seven fowls fly overhead in an upside down u-shape. A rumble of thunder emerges as a drop of rain falls from its skyway perch to dissipate on the ground kilometers below. A hearty laugh bellows from a passing rotund gentleman. All falls silent; only the sound of wind and wood heels hitting cold cement remains.           

            This is the last year of my life.