Just another beautiful sundown scene from warmer, better days.

ICE is in town raising hell. This week, an ICE agent shot a woman in Minneapolis. Some mourn, some cheer, all of us are hurting. On the streets, the ice is slippery, dangerous. It’s been that kind of winter—dark clouds, rain, sleet, slips and falls, apprehension and death in the air. Time moves slowly sometimes, but this will end—the dangerous chill, the numbness, the ice.

Keep the faith.