Photo By Paul Mayer
BY KIMBERLY MAYER
I have been thinking a lot about endings lately.
Here we wake every morning only to remember that the country has been hijacked and the old pendulum clock has stopped swinging.
A second snowfall awaits me, so unusual where I sit. But nothing is usual anymore. I notice snowflakes growing larger, indicating the near end of the storm. As in symphonies and fireworks displays, they give it their all in the end.
The crescendo, the grand finale: this is what I think we’re living through now in this country.
And from my side of the aisle it is an extraordinary sight. Petitions are flying. There’s a great flourish of involvement in the constitutional process. The recount effort. Writing senators, calling senators. More petitions. Attempts to push back the Electoral College, perhaps even the Inauguration. Anything and everything to save the union. The Women’s March on Washington. The many of us who would like to start all over again. I’ve never seen anything like it.
God knows we’ve had a run of bad days but the crescendo, like the snowstorm, is beautiful at this moment.