One of those days where there’s just no reaching glory. No music is loud enough to rattle your bones. No speed is fast enough to chap your skin. No oxygen is dense enough to quite fill every part of you.
One of those days where if you were an explorer you would be repelling into volcanic craters to discover new species. If you were a surgeon you would be saving lives and pulling forty-eight hour shifts because that’s just what has to be done. If you were a cop you would be kicking down doors and swinging guns at bad guys and maybe taking a bullet for your partner.
Peril.
Risk.
Thrill.
People dying and living, but only one or the other — nothing in between.
One of those days that doesn’t leave you breathless, doesn’t leave you wanting more. It just leaves you.
