this morning #1438.

this morning, out in the middle of a windswept midwest field, our two groups moved toward each other with purpose. a dozen of us. a dozen of them. a couple hundred feet between us. that space quickly closing. thunder cracked off in the distance. little by little, a drizzle built up into a downpour but we all just kept moving forward. the way i saw it, the weather’s the least chaotic facet of this situation. someone is sure to get hurt. when we got to about ten yards apart, bob yelled out “STOP.” both sides heeded his command. froze in place. placed our anger on hold as the rain started coming down in darts. the pause didn’t last long at all. before we knew it, the calm had become an all-out brawl.