I am glad today for rain and fog and information. The first two are ever in short supply in this desert; the latter? Implodes even the most diligent of minds some days: there is just so much of it, and so much that is dishonorable and sad and heartbreaking to boot. All of our yearnings merge in vast colossal clashes: the happy stories right alongside the bitter; the jolly and irreverent cheek by jowl with galling.
One reminder abides. Even the worst news is a signal that humanity still breathes, still strives, still exists alongside. As long as that is so, there has to be hope.