Last night, after a too-long working and networking day at a local workshop, I came home and went straight to bed to finish reading an article about William Morgan, an American who joined the Cuban revolution that put Castro in power and then was killed by the very forces he’d championed. The last scene of his life, of him in front of a firing squad which shot his knees to make him kneel before killing him, stayed with me so that I couldn’t sleep, tired though I was. So I read a short story- another dark tale! Finally gave up and lay awake until at last I slept. But this morning I have relief- there are 2 wrens duetting in the back yard, and the air is still cool enough to have the windows open. Ah- There almost always lies comfort, in the creatures. Thank you wrens!