It's gray and gloomy, chilly and still.
If I see that Leonard Cohen quote about everything being cracked so the light can come in one more time, I'm going to scream.
It's not that it isn't a beautiful thought, perhaps even true.
It's just that this doesn't feel cracked.
It feels broken.
Broken and shattered and scattered on dry ground.
This country. Our hopes. Our dreams. Our faith. Our beliefs.