Then I turned from the driveway into the street to be greeted by a crescent moon brilliant before me in the blue-black dawn, the morning star saluting her from above and to her right, the mountains below them barely tinged with delicate pink.
The vision repeated itself as I drove up the hill to work and then I found it again, framed in the bare branches of the tree rising above the student center.
How you feel is not important. Be like the moon: be where you are meant to be and let the sun pour out its light for you to catch his rays and reflect them where and how he directs.
Joy entered my day and I hope shone at least a crescent's worth of light into the world despite how I felt.