Plans Change on the AZT

Rain fell from the cloudless sky as I lay awake, gazing at the twinkling stars. There had been no rain predicted, not the slightest chance of showers, and yet, within a half hour the stars were hidden behind a thick canopy of dark clouds. I fell asleep thinking it would be a passing shower.

But it wasn’t.

I’d gone into Tucson once already, and come back out, sleeping in the hills above the city to marvel at sparkling skyline. Now I was going back in, running the gauntlet of early morning gunfire along Redington Rd., target shooters undeterred by the rain. Descending below the clouds, until the rain turned into a drizzle that slowly faded away.

But it was too late, something had changed.

I secured a room on the grittier side of town, where I slept for three uninterrupted days.

When I returned to the land of the living, the world was the same, but in me there existed the possibility of something never before imagined. A way to cut through deeply formed emotional knots, so tightly entangled that it had been impossible to see how they were fastened.

And just like that, my plans changed.

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