Maybe it’s too soon. After all, the funeral was today.
I don’t know the people. I didn’t know the deceased. Nor the family.
But I do know it took place next to the Sleep Center.
That’s right–funeral with lots of people in dark black clothing, mid-August–cerca del Sleep Center.
Goodnight Moon and don’t let the bedbugs bite and goodbye blue sky.
It’s mid-August. There’s a crowd.