As I was driving into work, I saw the sunrise (it’s that time of year when it is dark when I leave and dark when I get home.) The clouds were starting to turn pink and purple and it gave me a moment of hope. I was asked yesterday what it was like to survive cancer — there you go. A sunrise. A brief moment of hope.
Seems like hope is in short supply these days. Europe is failing. Our beloved institutions and heroes have feet of clay (Penn State.) Gridlock has any hope a solution to our economy on hold. But for one short moment while I was driving down 55, I felt like things were going to be OK.
And that morsel will have to nourish me for the rest of the day.
Very good point.