The rain bites through my coat and makes me shiver. A few cars roll past me on the street, tires squealing in the cold air. This is my neighborhood.
On the island you can become a part of the ocean and the sand and the sky and the sun that are greater than anything people could ever build.
What does the United States as a unified country even look like? Very different, clearly, to different groups. And the alt-right sure isn’t helping.