I'm uplifted by the green madness of everywhere; purified by the outrage and anger of everywhere.
I startle awake, heart pounding, at full alert, 3-4 times a night.
I am happy-proud our 12-year-old Nu gave $100 to the Minnesota Freedom Fund.
I dreamt I heard protestors chanting "no justice, no peace" on our street.
Out on the river, it feels like everything's normal.
(Although nothing is, really.)