And I thought about how in dark and bright places alike there are these moments of grace and light, unasked for, unaskable. And that this is a good thing to remember.
Rain
It was raining tonight as I drove home across town. Rain is rare enough here in the desert, and by the time I was driving this was the sort of steady rain that gave a sheen to the streets, making them glisten in the headlights and streetlights, leaving everything coated with light.