(1574) Nonno

I was out when someone had informed me of my Nonno's second funeral. I was at an event, where the carpets are cheap, the walls are off-white and the florescent lights buzz and everything holds no emotion or sympathy for me. The plastic foldout tables with fake plastic wood, the useless wasted xeroxed papers on top. Colin had a room there. The room was dark, he had just awakened. It was wasn't welcoming. I followed a giant bubble out to the room with the buzzing florescent lights. I left out a door to a wooden porch leading to the Cape May Beach, the sun setting, beaming through blue and grey clouds.