Despite all the idiocy and turmoil human beings manage to create, I'm comforted by the fact that individually and (probably) as a species, we're not likely to make any huge or lasting impact on the world/universe. (Although in recent years I've been afraid we've managed to get numerous enough or destructive enough to affect the world.).

The world endures. I've often thought of trying to keep a journal/diary around the seasons in a place I live, each place being so different. Never quite manage to do it, but I always think of it in spring which (I think Bradbury said it) is a place as much as a 'time.' Spring has moved here--the daffodils are appearing. A few nights ago, I heard the first night of frogs. The bulls knew it some weeks ago and have been bellowing the news. A week or so, robins appeared. This part of Texas is in a major migratory paths of birds and monarch butterflies (we see the butterflies as they migrate south in the fall). But one morning last week, we looked out to see our yard full of robins (the cats appreciated it very much). Grackles as well (loud cheerful big fluttery birds that a lot of people here dislike, but I love). And last night, after a drenching rainstorm where the rain was literally flung in sheets, we were walking the dogs. Clouds covered most of the sky, with just an edge free along the horizons. And the sun, which we'd not seen for two days, was setting--and the whole sky turned molten gold. Then, when we hit the right angle, or the sun did, or the world did, or we all did, part of a double rainbow in the most intense colours I've ever seen appeared. Hard to stand still and appreciate it when dogs are tugging you along because the most important thing is not some silly refraction of light, they say, but the smells that drench the world.

Light. Scents. Beauty on all levels.