As I write, icy winds of fear are blowing through the world. How long will we be trapped in this deadly, lockdown virus season? Hard not to be anxious. Last night, standing at the backdoor in the chill air, I wondered what was going to happen; worst-case scenarios festered in my mind. Everything felt so dark. Lifeless. Still wintry. I was about to go back inside the house, when the moon slid from behind the clouds and poured out its silver bullion. Immediately, the darkness vanished.