There are mornings which are really, really good and then there are those which are terribly, terribly bad. Funny how that works—life moving in opposite directions without a level ground. But all in all, in what many call the grand scheme of things, the only thing that truly matters is that there are mornings to come, mornings that change, mornings to enjoy and savour, mornings that signal that the charge of darkness has gone and that light’s to be found and had, especially for those with expectant and anticipating eyes. Mornings speak of hope even when we have no clue what the day itself will bring. But we have mornings, friends, we have mornings.