Knoxville

General text about living as a Knoxvillian

It's raining outside, once again.  I can't remember the last time that I saw the sun.

Oh wait, that was yesterday.  

The weather here is so fantastically awkward

like a 16 year old boy at the prom

in a fancy suit that doesn't fit him, quite yet.

The sunsphere sings to me, in the distance, 

reflections of what once was, and the possibilities of what could be;

It's been decided; everything is going to be alright.