That Is, If I Make It Back . . .

Tonight the sky went from blue to orange to sickly green; it was eerie and would have perhaps been beautiful if not for its Wizard of Oz-like quality. Dorothy’s sky transported her to a magical world of wonder, whimsy, and witches, but I feared this sky would only attempt to make good on the flying monkey part by hurling me about the town.

So I went inside. For awhile.

Somewhere in life I became a coward. I still fight the good fight but I do it in the safest of ways: opening the door for stran...