Jim, in his Jesus Christ Pose.
This morning, everyone is very slow. And very quiet. Hangovers abound.
En route home, I stopped off to get some gas somewhere in West Ohio. The whole road was a bit desolate, and I noticed a small group of birds nesting at the top of this sign.
This was near the side of the gas station. The view past the signs was flat, and only showed the interstate winding by. The whole place screamed of loneliness.
