woke up on my own at approximately 8:39 this morning, a minute before my alarm was set to go off, and found tiny white tissue paper leaflets from God falling from the sky.
Memphis is a city eaten up by the ills created by race division, and the blood spilled when Dr. King was shot still stains the ground we walk on, try to get along on, and sometimes learn to hate on.
It's now 9:07, and the snow has begun to fall a little harder over Memphis. Somewhere northeast from here millions of people are gathered to watch what is unarguably one of the most important events in our nation's history, if for no other reason than symbolism. Symbols possess so much power, and today is a day loaded with importance.
The snow melted as it touched the ground earlier but has quickly developed into a miniature blizzard. The ground has warmed up to the idea of letting the snow stay for a while. I can only hope that it'll remain that way through the day.