December 30, 2011 at 7:00 pm in Duluth News Tribune
The worst sound in the middle of a celebratory slumber is that of crashing glass.
As consciousness begins its meek tapping, one’s feeble brain begins to crank away at reality. Why is that glass shattering? New Year’s Eve left glassware on the kitchen counter. Is the cat walking across the counter? Is blitzing fluted champagne glasses onto the tile floor so satisfying that he can’t stop himself?
Something more sinister begins to eat away at the edge of the reasoning. That’s not glassware. That is bigger bigger like a living room window bigger like somebody outside of our locked doors wanting to get INTO our house badly enough to smash through. Continue Reading