Every year the brutal schedule and endless overtime of the endless month that is Spring a Break catches me by surprise. I never went to a four year college but this annual migration of students to beaches and drinking holes is a North American tradition. Living in a prime destination, doing a job impacted all night long by the effects of alcohol and a collective determination to "have fun" at all costs, leads me to wish this migration of Future Leaders of America were abolished.
What a killjoy, I know. But you'd be amazed by how far the effects of alcohol seem to ripple through town. Lunch breaks have been my salvation, a short tide in the cool night air and a walk with my camera, rejoicing that I work taking 911 calls where such minor pleasures are there for me.
Taken around Angela and Ashe Streets, not far from my 911 desk.
In the end it's worth remembering we are mere specks in a universe of endless darkness.
That, or eternal hellfire. Great, what a prospect.