No Water in Flint

I spent a good portion of my life living near the Great Lakes. The skies are more often than not filled with moisture. In the winter, the day sky, heavy and dense with ice, barely emits the sun’s rays and you can gaze directly at it as if looking from a watery depth. Existence in that Urban, relentlessly long, wet winter must seem particularly cruel to those who have no access to clean drinking water.