Elsewhere

by Dean Koontz

our burdens made our spirits stronger and therefore were blessings.

Pink glow in the east, quickly intensifying to coral. The first morning color in the sky was a symbol of hope, a reminder that in spite of the evil that worked relentlessly from pole to pole, the world spent the night turning inexorably toward light.

Tragedy was not the end of hope, but the birthing ground of a new hope, and you didn’t have to be Pollyanna’s more cheerful sister to grasp that truth and be inspired by it.