The more observant among you will by now be aware that notes of anger and frustration have crept in here. The calm waters have been rippled by a foul blowing wind from a past that just refuses to die. A man with an ego so huge that it leaves no space for anyone in his world but him. Not even his own children. Narcissus loved himself but he was beautiful, there was some cause. Who ever heard of an ugly Narcissus? Where does such unjustified entitlement come from? Don’t misunderstand me. I could care less. Insects are for swatting. But I look at the fallen faces of those sweet children, the rejection, the disappointment, and the anger grows inside me. This dark Narcissus, this poisonous cloud, must blow, blow away before we all choke.