The other day was very gray. My mood was gray as well. President Trump had made a disparaging comment about "s---hole countries." As a child of Polish and Slovak immigrants, as someone who once lived in Africa, and as a teacher of new immigrants, this comment troubled me a lot.
We were in the grip of a record-breaking freeze. I went for a walk and saw gray skies and not much else. The Passaic River was frozen from bank to bank.
Today is totally different. It's predicted to go up to fifty. Just stepping outside I hear red-tailed hawk, blue jays, crows, and tufted titmice, and the steady trickle and drip of melting snow and ice. It's a new day.
We were in the grip of a record-breaking freeze. I went for a walk and saw gray skies and not much else. The Passaic River was frozen from bank to bank.
Today is totally different. It's predicted to go up to fifty. Just stepping outside I hear red-tailed hawk, blue jays, crows, and tufted titmice, and the steady trickle and drip of melting snow and ice. It's a new day.
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