Clarity

Yesterday at noon, the sun was only about two inches above the horizon (well, you know what I mean) and everything was casting oversized shadows. Telephone pole shadows were about a block long, and even inch-high ragged icy footprints in the snow cast foot-long purple-blue memories. The pale white sun on these shortest days of the year creates a unique kind of clarity; a truth so stark that it chills you to the bone, even when the temperatures don't.

Yesterday's vote will cast a long shadow. We see the selfishness, the cruelty, the lack of conscience or process, and walk carefully forward through the snow, stunned but not surprised. Everything is clear in this sharp light.