8am-light is bursting through My shades as I take my shower. Once I dress myself, I reheat The coffee my wife left me. I step outside to be met by The crisp air of waning summer. Like every day, I notice the Vibrant boa scarf of purple wildflowers That adorn the shoulders of Wheeler and Monitor. The sky is not falling, and It is true what has been said, 'The fear of something happening Is worse than it actually happening.'