This hit me hard. The little ice people are lovely, differentiated and so humanized by a tilt of the head or a slope of the shoulder. Yet each seemed so alone, like Giacometti’s lonely walkers on skewed lines. Then the melting began and my tears (!) joined the drips. I hope we can come together to find solutions before we melt, stranded by our own hardened positions.

by Meredith Parson... (not verified)