Evan Grinde

A lofty breeze rushed by, threatening to brush him over the ridge. He looked with hardened eyes off into the East as the first sign of the sun broke the horizon with a distinct flash. He didn__ flinch as the first rays of light shot at his eyes. He watched as the shadow of the valley gradually succumbed to the sweeping radiance of the long-awaited daylight. The dark of the night had had its turn. The morning sun had returned to once again claim its former glory.

And in the darkness, he found reality.

Hatred has no place in your heart. Empathy does.

In truth, there are no good people. There are only the decisions we make and the circumstances we live in.