On the way in to work, it occurred to me that I guess I should fill up the car with gas. It felt quieter on the road this morning, almost lockdown quiet. There were, to be sure, more cars than in lockdown, but they were still, somehow, quieter. It felt a little bit like the coming of a hurricane. Our neighbor had gone to the grocery store on Sunday and told us that all the toilet paper was gone from the shelves again. Well, at least, all the name brand toilet paper.
It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands… They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
The cruel walls most will be staring tonight will be projecting images and maps, I'm sure, but I doubt any more light.