First blog. First post. More intimidating than a glaring blank piece of paper. I see the noose swinging in the breaking dawn. Pinks and soft oranges swirl in the sky like water colors. As I ascend the wobbly wooden steps I gulp down the crisp morning air and nearly choke. The air is too clean. As the crowd gathers a smile tugs at my lips. They didn’t come for me. They came to cheer for death blissfully unaware that they are the sick ones not I.