Uncertainty

Sky white as milk and water droplets gathering like stubble on the statue of Thomas Jefferson in the Quad. Yep, it's November again, as always the hardest month to get through. This one's not bad so far, except for a little bit of nonsense I feel like I should be too old for by now. Not knowing what to believe or who to trust. Looking at a bunch of doors left just barely cracked, wondering which to open, which to close and which to slam shut.