The thing about Days of Reckoning is that you often don’t sense them until they’re upon you and you’re standing on the front steps of the Library of Congress, facing a walk home in a rainstorm without an umbrella.
The other thing about such Days is that the easiest way is straight through.
So I walked and walked, Avett Brothers for company.
The walk was a baptism, and I wrung myself out on the other side.
I passed a young man I see every day on the way to work. He works at the Library. I know this because we often follow each other the whole way there, awkwardly. He was going home, head down, hair soaked: umbrella-less.
The third thing about Days of Reckoning? You’re never the only one.