Augeries...

What a remarkable day.

During fifty-seven years, I have lived through a little history, but I can't recall another day that stirred in me a sense of import and destiny. I never thought I would see this day and I am restored by its coming.



The morning twilight was softened--muffled--by low clouds and fog. Yet a light shone through the gloom, reminding us that despite the desolation of the scene--we weren't alone. An hours or so later, the morning gloom had passed away and the sun rose into clearing skies. A promise that there is light on the other side of whatever befogs us now.



That seems a good enough augery for me.