I was feeling drained by the fear and anger swirling around in the world, and I walked to a cornfield down the road and climbed the hill as the sun began to set, and I was in an autumn reverie, a beautiful space of color and light and the natural world, and I heard mice skittering in the grass and hawks crying mournfully overhead and saw all of the colors of fall, even in this drying cornfield, stalks sticking up like skeletons into the sky, and I was grateful for every second I have in this world, not matter how discouraging it can sometimes feel.