Today the blues will lift, my guilt over having nothing to really feel blue about will dissipate and my self-doubt will be carried off with the wind. I realize this is but one of the costs of humanity; it is a cost I’d rather not pay with time as the currency. The sun has yet to rise and the wind is beginning to ebb, exhausted by its own intensity. Thursday’s promise is soon to arrive – a kinder day with limitless potential. Good morning all..