Reflections of the light from a high tower
turn snowy streets to diamond
The shards cut our feet as we walk
spelling out the paths we took in red
so that all who watch us from on high
can trace the course of their destruction
from dark horizons to this fey citadel
Nothing but grey skies since I’ve been here in Washington. Yesterday on the solstice, it was so dark all day that it seemed like the sun never rose at all. I missed the grey, but I’m probably forgetting what it feels like to live with it for months on end.