this morning #102.

this morning, one crazy night had morphed into one perfect morning of absolute clarity. it’s funny how a brush with death can clear things up for you like that. it had been a complete car crash of an evening, replete with a surprise visit from a former fellow soldier that led to booze & dice & titty bars. then came the car crash. it was nothing short of a miracle that he’d managed to walk away. from what he could tell, other than a few scratches on his right forearm & an aching upper back, he was unblemished - not bad for missing a turn, clipping a tree & skidding to a stop part way into a creek. he’d go back & get the car later. for now, he’d engage in some prayer.