Today.
The storm is passing. The anger and helplessness of feeling lost and alone in the world is fading. And it's quiet now. Quiet, still. A reprieve from the harm of the world, if only brief. Tomorrow will bring woe. But for right now, there is a moment of peace. The storm is passing and tomorrow we will rebuild. Tomorrow begins the toil of setting things right. But for now, for right now, all that there is to do is to lay quiet and listen to the storm pass.