November 3, 2020
Well… The President paused. His blue eyes lifted toward the far side of the room, but that was not what he was seeing. He was seeing a blue sky off in the distance, not a cloud in sight. There was a scent of sage in the air, and an unaccountable tinge of gun oil in the air. He could feel the breeze hot in his hair and on the back of his neck. His hair had been cut that morning. He remembered the feeling of the liquid the barber splashed on the back of his neck. What was that for?