Trying to throw my arms around the world.

I've been watching the dark clouds start to roll in for a while. They are about to cover the house. Dark, dark gray clouds. I could hear leaf blowers and lawn mowers and now...silence. It's so still that if I were in Kansas, I'd be looking for a funnel cloud. It's creepy and sad.

I texted Melissa. Her birthday is this weekend. Her first birthday without Bill. She is sad and "not in a good place." Each day our friends go through pains and hurts that we either know or may not know about. It sucks that there isn't some type of Batman signal that lights the sky when that happens. We could all see it and go to them.