Thursday Time: Me & the Dragonfly: Part I

I was on the corner of 149th and Stony Plain, waiting at the stop light when a dragonfly flitted past my windshield. He was on odd thing—obviously caught in wind gusts I could neither see nor hear, his straight path would take a sudden, traumatic dive left or right, and I watched him constantly, valiantly trying to get back to his original flight.

And I wondered about the significance of this.

This quarter of 2011 has been particularly hard on everyone. Everywhere I look, I see or hear...