This weather reminds me of the state of politics in America. It's all one way or the other.
As I watch the sky get darker instead of lighter, even though the morning is advancing and somewhere the sun is rising higher, it's hard to imagine that it has ever been any other way.
Just over a week ago we worried that brush fires might sweep through tinder-dry square miles. The rivers and streams looked like they do in late summer. We had been worrying about the fire danger for more than a month.
This is what happens when one narrow agenda after another takes control: a series of unsustainable situations; crisis after crisis in which we do what we have to, just to get to the other end of it. The circumstances of the moment seem like the only reality.