And Winter Comes
Dark clouds roll across the matte grey sky. And it is beautiful. Leaves dance to a tune only they can hear. And it is beautiful. Tall pines and oaks reach up to speak to the clouds and sway gently to their whispered response. Winter comes to America. And if it were just limited to the natural cycle that we experience every year, it would be beautiful and I could try to wax eloquent in awe of its majesty. But the winter that has come to America is one of hatred, anger, op