Today seems shrouded in an air of melancholy.
The clouds hold an ominous threat. Thunder rolls between lightning flashes and rain and hail are pouring from the sky.
If I was a fan of cliche I would say that even the elements are in mourning today, as they, along with the rest of the world watch Michael Jackson being laid to rest. It would be apt I think, a fitting tribute to the King of Pop.
I feel, along with most 80s babies, that a piece of my childhood is dead. My tears are for a global icon of childhood, and for the world's great loss.
Mucisian, Dancer, Humanitarian, The greatest entertainer that has ever, is currently, or will ever live.