Friday Night

Friday night. About 40 degrees Fahrenheit, there is a slight wind chill though gusty enough to make the hair stand up on the back of your head, and give you little Goosebumps all over your body. Each time the wind blows a cold shiver follows your spine, giving you what is now labeled as “the chills”. Standing in what seems to be a vast emptiness you develop a minor phobia of some type. Suddenly a brilliant, bright, light, which seems to almost be a light from heaven above, luminates the space like sky. The vast emptiness that once was thought to be nothing has revealed its true colors. Without ...