It is quiet now; sounds of night have conquered the season of not only warmth but time.

A restless time exists non-the-less as society begs for it. The proof is the handicap parking filled to capacity with "its all about me! My religion, my rights, my choice...me, my, mine, I".

"You" is used only as to place blame.

"They" is the conspiricy to justify the "Me".

Soon the daylight will shine again, "I" just hope not as bright as a mushroom cloud.

Peace