It’s a quarter after nine at night, fireworks are popping in the sky somewhere over a house, above curious faces, and then they crack and die. It’s quick. The train is pulling into the station. The kids are watching a movie on Disney and I can hear the sparkling twinkle of a magic wand. It’s funny. It’s hot and humid though a breeze drifts through the screens. It’s quiet for the most part. No parties in the house across the street. It’s a good night to sleep.
Next week, Killer Commute is released and I’m in the middle of the ocean. Next week, will begin the reports on sales that eventually will build up. Next week begins a new stage in this life.