This week, Spring came and brushed White Creek, N.Y., painting it’s gentle hills and rolling farm fields brown, and in the sky, blue. This week, as in other weeks, I am reminded of how good people are, not how bad; of how generous, not how mean-spirited; of how compassionate, not hard-hearted, of how brave, not faint of heart. It is all in what you look for, and what you see. I saw so much love and connection, so many strong spirits with full hearts. How good people are, given the chance.