Walking In the Eye of the Storm

remember the acrid smell of something broken. Salty, sour, it permeated the Gulf Coast air like the scent of some fading electrical fire, or burnt gunpowder perhaps. A battle between sky, sea and land with humans in the crucible.

Looking out across a nearly empty motel parking lot, broken glass dully shone in the morning light. An early morning haze blanketed the wounded sky. A haunted sky, not yet ready…

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Writer, speaker, maverick, neurodiversity ambassador, autist, social justice warrior, doctoral student at Seattle University, CEO at www.NeuroGuides.org

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J. David Hall

Writer, speaker, maverick, neurodiversity ambassador, autist, social justice warrior, doctoral student at Seattle University, CEO at www.NeuroGuides.org