Sleep comes like a drug
In God’s Country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses
In God’s Country
It has no relevance, but at 3:30AM this morning the chorus to In God’s Country from U2 crept into my head and has not been able to leave.
I keep repeating it, looking for significance or a reason why that was the first song I thought of in that hallway. Whatever history existed behind those words are now replaced with my own.
And now a family separated years ago is slowly returning to each other on the other side and I miss them both.
