Spring is in the air, yet the biting pre-dawn winter winds of man's ceaseless destructive tendencies, continue to howl in steadfast opposition to humanity's emergence into the springtime of our potential.
The truism 'It is always darkest before dawn.' is somewhat comforting in it's suggestive glimmer of hope for our collective long-awaited springtime, yet it also portends of worlds in violent collision during the darkest hour of pre-dawn's unrelinquishing eclipse.
May we face the wind together in good ways and may we know the peace that is to be realized, even ... in the midst of great turmoil.
