On most occasions, everything seemed hunky-dory.
On a few others, seeds of doubt sprouted.
The waves of incertitude ebbed and flowed.
The window was ajar and the humidity was discomforting.
His gaze moved from the undulating river, to the rows of skyscrapers, to the horizon.
On this particular day, the skies were clear.
His thoughts weren’t.
Tales of Yore - by a dude, a geek 
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