Baptism, At Least Twice

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.

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