Sometimes I get lucky. Driving home yesterday from Vermont, I came across a country rode at the precise moment the sun was setting in front of me. Is this a picture, I wondered? I stopped and got out and I think it was a photo, capturing one of the small transitions that are the thread of life. This was not news last night, at least not on the corporate newscasts that see our world as one continuing conflict so that we can become fear and misery addicts. It was a big story on that road though, life itself.