Liberation Lives in Loss Part 2
After I parked I realized that I made a mistake in not bringing with me an umbrella or raincoat. An unceasing frigid mist sprayed down from the dark sky. The wind pushed the mist into a sideways spray that soaked everything and made being outside an unpleasant, head turning, eye squinting affair. There was no way I was going to walk around the dealership lot browsing cars in this weather. I already didn’t want to be there. The misty rain…