This evening the sky was amazing--soft and silvery. As the sun set and the moon rose, I heard the first sounds of peepers in the woods announcing another spring. After winter's cold, and the ugly-spirited election debates and tweets and attack ads, and the unfathomable hate crimes in Belgium and Paris and Turkey and Syria and Iraq and our own city streets, I felt my body uncoil in the beauty of nature's rebirth. I was reminded of what the author Alice Walker said: "As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. I won't give up until the Earth gives up."