...The clouds parted and the sun began to shine again (and it was the middle of the night), the geese turned around and temporarily flew north (it was November), the robins came back for one last worm, bears backed out of dens they had just dug and shed a tear for the bright spring they knew they would wake to in 2017. The world let forth a collective sigh of relief and joy! The dream was dead.
...but Elizabeth Warren wants those ruby red slippers...