Paralysis where once there was laughter, wildness of imagination, the ability to, if only for a brief moment, experience perfection. It’s where we are as a nation, where we huddle as a people, where we go when our daily habits are in the slightest bit challenged – psychic panic rooms. Looking out into my backyard, the snow continues to fall gently, accentuating the silence that come over the town, the schools, the work place, the roads out.




