Damn October

I heard the bells of St. Peters Basilica, and something inside me, something welled up, and spilt the banks of my eyes. Walking down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face and I have not one single clue why. Oh, sure, lovely thing the chiming of church bells, and weddings are happy occasions (as that’s why they were chiming).   Minute by minute, the first … Continue reading Damn October