Thursday, January 31, 2013

King Lear Weather

It's the end of January, not the month known for going out (coming in?) like a lion. But this year it's doing just that. Wild wind, rough rain, flash flooding.

King Lear weather.

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples..."

We are not the first to see weather as sign of a disordered world.

But this time, maybe we're right.

(Not this steeple! It's in Annapolis.)


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