As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk. The tide of public opinion had started to abate. The neighbors, bless them, had turned out to be all talk.
On the first day of May I took to the road. I'd been staring out the window most of the morning. I'd watched the rain claw at the glass. And a vicious wind blew hard and fast.
So with that, I thought I'd take a final walk. The tide of public opinion had started to abate. The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk.