The landscape seems bleak and life has turned grey. All that could possibly go wrong has come to pass. No good news can be found, only despair and destruction. Where does hope lie and where has compassion fled to. Life has become a daily grind and no promised are being kept. The shining city on the hill has grown dim. I look at my own reflection and see the worry lines that have caught up with me. I wonder how much longer before time just stands still. In the ever present fear of tragedy, I and others like me live out this play. We walk through the gloomy landscape and ponder why is it so dark today.