I was leaving when I ran into a friend.

I stopped and we talked for a bit. The wind changed and blew offshore. A hole opened up in the clouds and the whole scene turned into magic.

You know what? I could make more money panhandling for one full day than I made here in the last year... Oh well. I'm not a writer or comfortable engaging and commenting so I get what I get. For the most part I'm really just trying to avoid downvoters and other narcs. This is really not much fun anymore at all.