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It's gotten dark and looks like it's going to rain. Hard. Echoes of that Zimmerman kid, again.

I'm about to do my workout. It's only 40 minutes long but I'm guessing that, by the time I'm done, there won't be an afternoon bike ride. At least not outdoors.

I hate when the sky moves in on you, this way. Sends its ominous message by drawing down the light. By drawing the light out of us, as well as from around us.

There is no choice and we're helpless beneath it all. Just doing what we have to do, in the only way that's left to us, in the only way that we can even dimly see.

I remember the weeks of walking down the many flights of stairs from her room at the hospital, walking into the bright and noisy cafeteria for my meals, even as the light was being drawn out of her.

I didn't know that's how it was, at the time. We never do.

But then, on a day that seemed to come out of nowhere, I walked across the street to the parking garage and drove home alone.

And had no reason, except for some lingering paperwork, to ever go back...

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