Eerie howl of wind stalks the corners of Igor Levit playing Beethoven’s Piano Sonata #4 in my earbuds as I round the lakefill pond on my usual route to the bigger blue slate of Lake Michigan, the air soft as a bruise pushing through my shirt, leaning against the slope I make in my usual fast falling walk. On a silver tanker truck I pass the words NATURE INC. Rain punches waves. People died yesterday putting their bodies under the police machine, and more may die tonight. For today’s hundredth word, then, this link: https://secure.actblue.com/donate/ms_blm_homepage_2019