March 12, 2010
I put a poptart into the toaster and noticed a few police cars traveling West, flashing their sirens. There were a few more, and soon it became at least a twenty-five minute procession of police vehicles from the state capitol and other cities. I turned on the TV and Channel 7 was talking about some woman's disease. I opened the laptop and typed in detnews.com and learned it was actually traffic from a funeral. I watched more vehicles drive by through the trees as a squirrel pranced about the yard, unoblivious. Black keaves sat like chocolate chips everywhere.