Jormungandr

Jormungandr had been going through the whole day feeling like he was forgetting something incredibly important. His conversations with his wife and children had felt hollow and forced, almost unreal. He tripped over words at unexpected moments for little to know reason...

...and then he would be confronted with images of the ocean, a sense of immense vastness, and an immediate wrongness to... well, everything.

So, in the late afternoon, with still plenty of time before any barbeques or fireworks, he decided to go for a walk. Clear his head. Knock some sense into himself.

And so, on July Fourth, Jormungandr can be found roaming the town, perhaps with a look of vague confusion on his face.