I was driving home from work listening to the radio news and it is all so depressing. It can make us feel so small and unable to alter the course of all the misery. Yet I began to wonder that maybe my essential essence once released of the world could perhaps tip the balance in some cosmic upheaval? It could be the final weight of dreams into a critical mass building over long aeons to finally catalyse a cataclysmic change. Probably not likely but why not aspire to a vision of hope. See I begin to feel a little better now. Which is good considering the rain and the dark evening but change is coming again. We can feel it in the air and see the rising light that lingers ever so longer each day. The birds are becoming almost carefree as they begin to sing under the raindrops.