A rainy night in Wisconsin.
Wet streets this morning. Flowers in bloom in spite of the weather, because of it. The two-sided, double-edged nature of things. The ying and yang, up and down, yes and no of things. Goodness and evil are different ends of the same string.
With leaves in the trees, the wind roars this morning. It's not a hard wind, but enough to keep us alert. There's a heavy greyness in all directions. Whatever you think I mean, add 10%. That'll be closer to true.
The brightest spot of sky is not where the sun is. The sky is a pack of wolves.
We want to believe in redemption yet the world keeps going the other way.
Sometimes hope is a lesson in disappointment.