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It's raining again, a lovely analogy for the state of our Union. Cold, crappy, nothing anyone wants to be out in for very long. Everyone scurries along from protected location to protected location in an attempt to minimize their exposure to the bletch. No one wants to look up, greet or smile to anyone else. They just want to get where they're going. The one unifying factor is that most everyone has an umbrella of some sort.

Looking out from my nylon shelter I notice all the colors, shapes and conditions. Utilitarian black abounds. Sold blocks of traditional colors, some muted, others brightly-loud, red and blue, move like inflexible jellyfish along the sidewalks, obscuring their owners. Probably no one else notices this, but to me it seems as if the weather has made us all more similar. Size and shape, color and pattern just dressing on the same fragile frame we're all dependent on to keep out the rain.