I am generally not a person of extremes. I tend to think I am rather even-keeled and not prone to extreme sadness or exuberance. Yet, this morning, I feel such profound sadness. It’s like a heavy weight that sucks the very breath from me today. It’s a cloud of tear filled eyes that slowly stain my cheeks. It’s a forlorn look, an empty stare, a wondering, a lamenting, and underneath it all, a brewing anger at the state of our world, and more specifically, my country. I rarely write from a raw place, but today, it feels like the best place to write from.
Life in the Van 