On our way home from my parent’s house last night (12/18/16), in between ordering takeout and somewhat forced conversation, I looked up and noticed the sky. It was as if the darkness was riding in on wild horses, the hair of their manes fiercely blown back by the force of the wind. The clouds were being pulled apart like fake spider webs, thin whisps slowly being stretched out, blanketing the blue and gold sky with blackness. Watching the scene play out before my eyes, with the gentle snores of BB being heard from the backseat, Knights in White Satin by the Moody Blues came into my head. I’m still not sure why.