C10 TEN

A Broken Voice

DRAKE

Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,

A broken voice, an' his whole function suiting

With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing,

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

THE DAY HAD taken its toll on me and my psyche. I sat under the weeping willow, whose forlorn song whispered to me. It had become my favorite meditation spot