Story of Death
"A Story of Death" It was a cool day, calm, considering the storms which had blown through the city in the past three days. ... My mind brought up the fact that my wife, nor my daughter (and now my coming son), would appreciate my minute dance with death, but this was one of my daily rituals, one I wasnˇ¦t too fearful of. ... And in the west, the night sky promised what it gave, the death of another day, the cool winds of a sea rich in life.