I am working most days to come to terms with the world as it is now. Some days that is more possible than others. Some days I hate the sun and I don't want to see anything, but when, in crawling around blindly inside my head, I manage to stumble on a small place of peace, I can see beautiful things, and that helps. The quiet radio. The warm air and unrolled windows. The drive South on the Powhite, with the clear setting sun nestled between and upheld by the tall, straightbacked trees, unapologetic and unafraid. It helps.