Lower elevations

…back down from the mountain with freshly popped ears and a body begging for respite.

Often after a weekend of carelessness, the responsiblities of real life seem overwhelming. Through puffy eyes I see a desk covered in muck and television screens covered with much of the same.

In Virginia, Maryland, and the whole D.C. area, confusing messages abound. From the media, from the police, and reportedly from the sniper himself. It’s hard to take in.

Even the cop-wannabe in me is lost for good theories. I fall back into the world of the dumb viewers and even more ignorant broadcasters.

Life, I must remind myself, is more precious than it is overwhelming. But on a day where so much seems to wait in the wings, it’s hard to maintain the rosy outlook on which I pride myself.