Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

Woke up to fog on the glass and a sky so flat gray it looked like the Lord Himself pressed a mute button on the whole state. Cracked the door let the cold air hit me like a two-by-four and I swear the static on channel 19 cleared up for just a second soon as I said His name out loud. Yall can talk about hex sheets and batch codes all you want but some mornings the silence tells you more than any voice ever could.