One benefit/curse of the modern era is that -- for some of us, anyway -- it's possible to work from home, so long as you have a computer and an internet connection. After yesterday's bike-commuting adventure, working from home definitely felt like more of a blessing, particularly this morning when we were given a few hours of sun. The unfolding scale of the hurricane still seems beyond the capacity of one person (or at least this person) to comprehend, much like modern civilization; to live in today's world requires a certain degree of faith, I think, that has nothing to do with belief in a deity. The pictures and images -- the statistics about money and lost revenue -- all if it shocks us; we also struggle to empathize, to imagine ourselves in the shoes of those who have lost things that can't be rebuilt. Whether we personally succeed in this exercise is irrelevant to the larger undertaking that is already unfolding as a result of the relentless (and arguably blind) optimism that allows us to -- at least collectively -- keep going, no matter what the odds or individual costs.
The sun on the old brick was nevertheless heartening. Animals are by nature optimistic, of course.
As are plants. Out front, a nearby building basked in the sun.
The rest of block went about its business of existing. Inside, Zephyr looked out the window.
While Elektra thought about __________.