The morning has a sense of possibility to it… the light, the perfect healthy food, the smell of coffee, just the right music playing in the background. There is a sense of hope and order to the world. Then, somewhere in the middle of a newspaper a story about people dying in a tornado, an unexpected jarring tune plays on the stereo, someone honks their horn outside and the day starts to fall apart. You eat a cookie, decide you’re not going for a walk and begin to worry about your future. God, how I love that precious moment of peace before the daily storm.